Marble Mind
O. Tommy Martin
Stone rot
near shattered,
the marble mind festers.
With chisel and hammer,
artists strike,
and chip away the enamour,
and they call it a shammer.
Stone, hot
near bespattered,
marble mind tested.
Searing, piercing, abrupt,
the shards fall unrivalled
except the artists moan
which does quite interrupt.
Not stone now,
but flesh rot;
artists bow.
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