Eraser

[Bunx]

Eraser 

Serene sculptures twisting reality
exist in the pages of few dated texts.
A master artist lost, forgotten within
the land of milk and honey.

Looking at his phone, rubble paints
the space underneath universal glass.
He's reminded much of Poland 
before the war, tears sore his eyes.

Dust in wounds, a picture of starvation,
children missing limbs, a country isolated.
What horrors are shown to him
every morning in his golden years.

Families being broken within ruined
cities, working parents being arrested
nextdoor. Real power being abused
for the benefit of the few.

He is reminded of his sculptures 
that do not exist anymore.
Wondering the art that is being claimed today
and sculptures that will never be made.

[dukealien]

Eraser 

Serene sculptures twisting reality
exist in the pages of few dated texts.
A master artist lost, forgotten within
the land of milk and honey.

Looking at his phone, rubble paints
the space underneath universal glass.
He's reminded much of Poland 
before the war, tears sore his eyes.

Dust in wounds, a picture of starvation,
children missing limbs, a country isolated.
What horrors are shown to him
every morning in his golden years.

Families being broken within ruined
cities, innocent families being arrested
nextdoor. Real power being abused
for the benefit of the few.

He is reminded of his sculptures 
that do not exist anymore.
Wondering the art that is being claimed today
well as sculptures that will never be made.

The images come through effectively, and the situation of the elderly artist.  Were his works in Poland erased by... which of the successive regimes?

Must admit I found the final two lines confusing, grammatically.  Is there a typo, or are the old man's thoughts disorganized, even disordered to this extent?

Noticed in S4 that a contrast could be inferred between the two kinds of families (if read that way), the innocent (being arrested) and the broken... who are not, perhaps, innocent?  Though this could be repetition for emphasis, not a distinction.

Overthinking, perhaps his serene reality-twisting sculptures back in Poland were in Soviet-realism style - artistically anonymized men and women always reaching upward, yearning and laboring  toward a perfect Marxist future - and were destroyed when that god failed?  Or was his now unfashionable style abstract and erased (along with him) because of his race or politics?  (That's not in the poem, but it does set the mind wandering.)

[Bunx]

Hey Duke, stoked on your thoughtful critique. I made a few revisions in regards to the repetition of "families' in S4. As well as some typos.
Overall the basic theme of this poem is art as a casualty of war. Where art is a victim as well as civilians. Hoping to draw parallels between generations. The artist and art being erased. Art being erased by weapons or bombs, humans via displacement.

[dukealien]

That is clarifying - and I looked too hard at details. Good ideas.