There is a lot of rather interesting commissioned art to be found at Union Subway Station in Toronto. Pictured above is the face that I lovingly refer to as ‘The Watcher’. He inspired me to pen these following words.
We are human after all, I think,
As the watcher stares, no blink, he thinks…
Judge-lessly awed, how can they exist?
Sad ramshackle of atoms, weakly interlinked.
(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016)