Chain the Dead Stretcher Under Glass
Zink (contained) so very still
Forth coming from within
Falling
down
Dro
p
ping into sight
Eyes follow yet glance back
Manipulated tissue takes form
Tilted diamond once square broken
Foil unveiling the under-layers aqua and white
Clearly the saran clings like static backstage
A trace of black value
Vision thrown to the floor
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 stations await
Filled to the height of expectation
Pebbles from a distant land
Longing to enter the shhhhhhhhhh [silent realm]
Small as they are
Little boulders juxtaposed
With remains
Of the marked stretcher
e
Beaten UP non-existent hopeless to become l ve
l
From a MIGHTY v i e w “A” Statement
Now among many
Mere chips beyond recognition
Metallic wood cutting deeper & deeper
down
Dro
p
ping out of sight
Eyes look back
With {closed} memory
Recalling the command
_________
Chain the dead stretcher under glass
To see the sculpture that inspired this poem click here.
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