All the world is green

he stood in the
grass
thankful for that
warm hazy
afternoon
he had a
green silk
robe and slippers

a parasol
rested
on his shoulder
and so he remained
dignified
in the shade of
the statue as
victory
freedom
enterprise
or whatever
smashed open
the concrete slabs
of tyranny
or other
and soared
into the sky

the heat was
vicious
keeping eyes
low and crazed
and none around
to call him
mad
and so he
strolled on
his slippers carefully
circling what was left
of tyranny
even as he couldn't
care less
about revolution

he kept on smiling
gently
and in awe
to those imposing bronze
nipples
40 feet
above him
and the concrete slabs
of tyranny

Into twilight.