-laszlo at the pieta-

1.

metal sounds a scent through polished stone

then dust is moved from the head of it,

and the forms’ purpose is altered.

glitter of steel reflects the plaintiffs’ eye, 

and through its accuracy prosecutes its case 

across a hushed-

blood dropping from the populace.

why is elevated stone so noisily challenged?

but see how the airborne dust of the stone 

retreats to gently cling to it.

2.

she remains calm-eyed at the burning entry,

and that’s where the mallet gets its nerve this time.

the nature turns here.

she cleaves to a mourning’s disposition.

the child continues its graceful notation. 

this stairway leads to its crooked roof.

3.

the kids in the balcony are going nuts! 

images fly like flattened 

popcorn boxes crossing a screen’s projection 

leaving behind authentic trailers of themselves.

   

snacks in the lobby escalate in price as wrapped-  

colored sleeves of silver and gold, seduce a strange  

sort of tithing.

4.

with its succulent shape at hand,

and into a lobby’s dimming light, 

the glance in the stone’s endeavor 
is moved to quick inversion——

   

from the passions of its chisel, 

to the passions of its mallet.

                                               5/21/72

                                               2009