Statue Asylum
Water beads off
stone nose, shoulders.
She is covered in wax
waiting for Roman July heat
to remove her protection;
waiting for her eyelashes
then cheeks
to chip away;
waiting for the freezing and thawing
to split the architecture of bones
play a song on pebbles
to the river.
She is waiting for her religion to remove
her personality,
to cover her voice in shawl,
but to save the date
the wax conformed to another figure.