Slowly vanishing

A worn little stub
A faint shadow of your former self
All glory long diminished

No face to frighten or amuse
To short to spew rain water far
Your passenger below a smooth lump

With rain, wind and ice eroding
Pollution blackening and rotting
Extinction isn’t far off now

No one sees you slowly fade
Who will mourn for you
My worn little gargoyle

The poem was inspired when I was looking at the gargoyles on Glasgow cathedral and seeing some had all but rotted away. I have put two photos below showing a badly damaged one and a better preserved one to give some idea of the reason for the poem.


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