Carve yourself a statue, love,
of pure, exquisite laughter,
fine finesse and solid make,
out of the residue of mountains
having crumbled, toppled over by the years
of hard indifference
leaving only in their wake
dead, bludgeoned things.
Extricate your story
out of their ancient bodies, tell it
with flame
to torch with zeal
the material of change:
yourself, emaciated,
from the heap of utter rubbish
that remains.
Conjure an offering
from within, and gradually,
by the step, the day,
you shall see real change.
09/14/2016
Richmond