Do you call out for help with your eyes
Do your stone muscles relax
Does your blood start to flow
Do your eyes start to cry
Do you take a break from being still to just
when nobody is watching?
Did David feel shame in his handcrafted nakedness
Did Aphrodite lose her arms fighting for herself
Are there things about themselves that they wish to share with the eyes that pick apart the imperfections in their marble skin?
Their stone hearts beat – slow and steady –
When the overbearing lights go out
When the tourists go home.
You are marbled – swirling with generations of mineral tides
You are cold – waiting for warm contact of a human nature
You are still – longing for your sculptor to love you as you are
You are quiet – only you know what streams through the mind of a masterpiece
You are a statue – with eyes carved deep but don’t lack the ability to see.
Your material is of this of this earth – forced under fire and pressure
But your bodily form is forged by gods
Nothing less of divine.
Your stone-cold beauty is natural and uncontainable to this life.
Whether acid rain or accidental fall –
We all crack. We all crumble. We all break.
But pieces of you will remain together
You will remain.
In your tears –
In your blood –
In your own shame –
You shall remain
Until the end of time.