Chisel. Mallet. Sand-paper.
He dreams of rolling these Elgin Marbles:
Run fingers round chilly and quick
down the sides, still, cold.
If life could emanate from ivory
could brain be complex enough
from someone else’s mind,
sufficient to enchant and please?
Trying to capture the mind on paper
breaking down at the improper veins.
Slipping from hands too worn to care
or carry this sculpture from its place.
June 4
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