Boared Silly
The wild boar sits patiently in a quiet Prairie Village shopping center.
He studies the clock tower as shop girls take smoke breaks on nearby benches. Consumers wandering from The Jones Store to Bruce Smith Drugs and music students shuffling in and out of the Toon Shop pay him no mind.
The snouts of the boar’s counterparts in Florence, Italy, and on Kansas City's Country Club Plaza are worn to a golden sheen by tourists. Only a few sticky-fingered toddlers notice the bronze beast of Prairie Village.
His day will come.
posted by Happy In Bag @ 9:16 AM
3 Comments:
At 11:09 AM,
jdoublep said…
and woe will be upon thee, wanton consumers of Prairie Village. woe will surely be upon thee when yon boar, untamable by the great Hercules himself, awakens from his bronzed, blood-soaked dreams. take heed.
(and eat more bacon)
At 2:03 PM,
Anonymous said…
No it won't. Are people going to drive to the boar, park, and then touch it - in numbers that will wear it down?
I love the elements of statues worn out by people touching them. If it had never occurred to one to touch a man's foot, or a boar's nose it becomes irresistible when you see that thousands before you have.
At 5:32 PM,
Xavier Onassis said…
Be interesting to put a couple of bronze nude sculptures (one male, one female) out there and see which parts get shiny.
I'll betcha dollars to donuts it ain't the nose or the feet.
Oh, and uh jdoublep... need to stop spending so much time at the Ren Fest. LOL!
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