Standing - or squatting - like a statue
On his plinth, wings bat-like
Spread out behind him : grotesque
But somehow comic in his portrayal
He holds one hand aloft as if waving
To us, the other carries a flaming torch.
Are those two his acolytes, horned as he is,
Or captives with bonds they could easily shake off?
Their eyes look to each other as if wondering
What they are doing there; his stare out
At the world, challenges any question
Of his presence. He is two-faced
On Dodal’s figure - his tongue protruding,
Poked out in mischief or choked out in chagrin?