Statue Garden
Steve Kilbey
I went looking for a reason
In the marble eyes
The gardens with their peacocks
The flowers and the flies
The silence round my fingers
That touch the cold stone skin
They never think, they never breathe
They take the gardens in
The paths lead here, the paths lead there
I'm looking on the pools
Fish too slight, they don't see light
Where imaged flowers rule
The air so much like opium
The trees are drugged and still
Soon my hands turn gray then white
I see my hands are chill
I'm moving very stiffly
My feet and legs are stoned
And then I'm frozen marble
But then I'm not alone
I'm moving very stiffly
My feet and legs are stoned
And then I'm frozen marble
And then I'm all alone
