WORDS OF THE LIVING

The artist displays her work
On a wall of a street
The greatest public gallery
It's name was
Graffiti

She chose not to sign her name
Did not desire love, money, power nor fame
The shapes were silent
But it spoke volumes
To the people on work commutes

The image of a globe of hands
Different people from different lands
All united, touching palms
Cities, countryside, countries built on sands

Children, men and women, the elderly
The colours woven so cleverly
Now a distant memory

The graffiti has been washed away
Along with the memory of yesterday