Frank E Gibbard Posted October 21, 2014 Share Posted October 21, 2014 If the spirit of Horatio Nelson inhabited that hard to see imageof an attribution of him from a grateful nation atop its column.The icon pigeon smeared statue in Trafalgar Square, imaginea ghostly conversation from the plinth above tourists' scrums.Long dead Admiral Nelson spoke to loyal Thomas Hardywith concrete croak: “You see better than I, with my oneeye, Thomas. Tell me pray what do they with such devices,the people below pointing up at me?” Guano shards fellfrom his calcified lips towards the crowd. “Damned birdsdefectating on me for ever, now this horde.” “My Lord,” saidHardy, “It is, I read, called a selfie picture made of themselveswith your monument. It is a supremely selfish society: the mobs’modern way, in this newly world. Self before duty and all else."His stony eyes froze to its sculted pose looking forward to thesquare scape, one arm holding a sword. Nelson slipped invisibly away.He was at peace that his city haunt was over, returned to theusual jaunt in fields of clover, with his lover Lady Hamilton. Happyas ever was, given a ghost of a chance, to do his duty. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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