"Day One" by Doug McClellan Burn the clothes you wore that day. Save the ashes. Bring them to the square where we are fashioning a monument of ashes. Winds will rise, soften the heroic shapes, the paper faces around the square will become eyeless, the sideshow will depart to a muffle of drums, leaving only hollow sounds of wind-- and wind being wind, the ashes will follow it, leaving a swept field of countless jagged stones. Newspaper and oil on canvas.