Senora

some brave step saluted the statue
its engraved title its sharp polished stone

the step from negative dancing around
the issues held us the sweat the ultimate form

our ancestors sung of with the throat call
the whisper with their tender touch of hair

the fall across nape the downy
finger nail stroke of pen sharp though

the script the stone is like skin
blood orange from nightime mining

who watches the sun and is not blind
who falls every step catching themselves air

our pinnacle is a clock face
one of numbers and their wear

rough smooth emeralds in its tick tocks
the silenced chimes and their other echoes

her portrait wore us into the next room
the frame of her breath held dust

its grooves and delicate carvings being more
more than all the lace that is left to unravel

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