Statues

Statues remember. The hands that made them,
molding and carving, forming creatures,
gods from slabs of stone, ornamenting
curves with curls and braids, those hands
will leave for new love but the cool creation
remembers each touch and tremble, nick
and nimble. Other hands will smooth and
soothe, sunlight and wind will wound and wear,
but everyone will always see the original
print of the maker, the one.