Forgotten statues surround me;

each of them oozing out a green

slime,

calling out with the same voice.

As I walk faster

more appear out of the darkness.

Still oozing and calling,

different faces

with the same voices.


Each had a golden plaque,

covered in dust and

slime.

I bend down

wipe one away

and try to see what it says.

Just a name and a number,

I forget the name

as soon as I read it.


Standing up,

I look the...