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JOSEF LESSER
Heart Surgeon in Stone
(for Rodin)
Can a Heart of Stone circuit life in a man?
Drain tears
Pump lust
Drive dreams
Who can fashion a heart?
Turn bronze into bone
Clay into flesh
Reveal space inside pain
Sculpt his mind into the mind of another
Each blow of his chisel, blood of a drop;
Auguste Rodin is the surgeon who can.
Those Burghers of Calais wherever they roam
continue when mist interweaves with the sun
to never find home.
Lament in your fate granite and steel
Drain tears
Bronze into bone
Clay into flesh
Spell passion with 'p', blood with a 'b'
and anguish with eyes.
In their hands despair with a 'd' and 's'
for casting the soul.
When next you pause in the wandering desert
Baptist John with his faith is in prayer.
Search his form, pocket then his gospel of thanks,
"My Lord through your gift I breath life
to forward your deeds in your name"
Your gift beyond mountains, blood of a drop
Your gift to the surgeon in stone; his vision
I move as a man through space inside pain.
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