Meeting Pleasure Again
Life swayed drunken by
those stone monuments,
Easter Island countenances
looming solid and massive
Judged me,
Their time ravaged faces
forced obeisance.
Grovel at their tall imposing noses
feel disapprobation
of the living atmosphere
of the sound colours
of the mind colours
and the eternistic patterns,
feel their disapproval
feel their contempt,
see the solemnity of their features grow
for their own
playful youth
kneels
in that grave forgotten stare.