The sculptor unveiled a block
A block of marble bought with the
Cents, dollars, kept under lock
Kept under a lock and key.
The sculptor went home again
while rain and lightning poured from skies
Stepped upon the midnight train,
a hat over his tired eyes.
The sculptor soon fell asleep
And, strangely, he somehow dreamed
his sister, with her eyes so deep
brown, somehow appeared to him.
The sculptor, at work once more
Made, with skill, two shining eyes,
With a head so deftly formed
It seemed to touch it was unwise.
The sculptor soon dreamed anew
About his father in the south
He whispered, “know I love you”
And his son chiseled his mouth.
And so he went, from day to day
Adding on through foul or fair
Carving what was in his way…
Sculpting the body of his care.
The sculptor unveiled a man
A soul of marble made with the
Thoughts and dreams kept under lock
Kept under a lock and key.