One hundred and seven

Cast iron figures created

By Magdalena Abakanowicz

 

Giant torsos

Legs and feet

 

Some move forward

And some retreat

 

A place to talk

A place to meet

 

A press of humanity

Escape the insanity

 

Some go this way

Some go that way

Some stand motionless

A forest of rusting flesh

 

Why should we care?

What does it mean?

Perhaps they are there

Just to be seen