The Monument in the Square

The children are familiar with the cannons.

They ride the fat black muzzles like farm horses.

They. play the touchholes have not yet been bolted.

They lift a ball and wonder what its force is.

Above them in the square with granite eyes

Peace offers granite laurel to the skies.

None asks her to come down to play at games.

None asks her if the game he plays is wise.