figurine <br /> <br />I wondered if I could still love you <br />if I were blind and <br />could not see your beauty <br /> <br />and after what seemed a long time <br />of neither hearing nor seeing <br />you <br />you spoke to me <br />on the phone <br />and I couldn’t remember what you looked like <br />yet I still loved you for your bright <br />and poignant spirit <br /> <br />which is steadily ticktickticking <br />away from me, <br />carried inexorably <br />by social machinations <br />I’m not strong enough <br />to stop. <br /> <br />What would I have myself do? <br />Throw my body between <br />the turning gears <br />as if I were a monkey wrench <br />when you’ve told me nothing <br />I could do could interfere? <br />I’d just be ground up- <br />a gratuitous crucifixion. <br /> <br />So there you go, <br />stiff but still beautiful, <br />swept along on your tracks <br />toward an entirely separate fate <br />from mine <br /> <br />like some monumental figurine <br />in a Swiss clockworks. <br />I’ve been told <br />to leave well enough alone <br />and who am I to argue? <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />I’m as mortal as a jellyfish <br />and don’t begin to have the tools <br />to argue with the working out <br />of metallic mechanical parts. <br /> <br />You can be hard, you can be tough, <br />I never doubted that. <br />I simply wonder what <br />you’ll do with your other you, <br />the one you offered me a glimpse of <br />as you made your irresistible circuit <br />round the tracks of time.<br /><br />Percy Dovetonsils<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/figurine/
