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