The Bust Poem by james watkin

The Bust



Fixed of eye, silently composed
This bust of a man.
As steady, as steely purposed
And as dignified
Before whose aspect, the world's own
Change-disturbed, is tried?

For this living, animated
Head's query raised
As lamentably mad, sense-fled
Wilder, its locks shakes
More oft, sculpting, unromantic
True recall, remakes.

Monday, April 4, 2022
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