Empty Plinths
By Robbie Gamble That history was cast, it had its time to patina publically, those grandiose bits: goatees, greatcoats and spurs all sober and saddle-erect, hauled down amid conflicted outcries of righteous mobs, or unbolted and forklifted away into the night. Let the sullen air settle. In municipal plazas, the plinths remain stolid, their bare cornices [...]