STATUE
Robert James Berry

'Ceil1,' by Jim Davis-Rosenthal



I am carving a statue


Age seated in her backyard


tearing feathers off a live fowl


I concentrate


Climb into her hands


Watch the red wart on her face rising


The rock ridge of her nose


Sharpen for the kill


Blood


but behind her eyes run


other tides coasts


This chisel sights follows


Here the tails of whales are lashing the waters


They shall be my statue.



©1998 by Robert James Berry

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