MASS

An example of angles at ease with themselves,
Endlessly flexing their lengths of extent,
Statues chipped out from one mountain’s rock,
Drilled to perfection until the bit broke.

Clothed in the furls of a regular pledge,
Shouldered arms steadier than any regiment,
Cannonball jaws jutting rather than shot
And topped by the closest of hooligan crop.

As driven as rivers with spring’s rise in mind,
Surer than anchors weighed after the tide,
Airtight and seamless and pin repelling,
Strung to each other without any string.

Greater than any eighth wonder could be,
Straighter in stature than any draftee,
Stronger in skin and in vein underneath
And as still as a willing participants peace.

Wider than sides bridged by single suspension,
Broader than gorges gouged out of invention,
Deeper than depths filled with evil descending,
Higher than heights left for heaven’s ascending.

Whiter than any supremacist cause,
Edged with the colours of every rainbow,
As sexless as any androgynous seraph
And as ageless as time’s aftermath.