I wish I could be in awe over statues



I wander           stare                wait for one to fill me



            goosebumps     wonder             whatever makes us come 
back to this idea of brilliance

 

            but though they are human they are not human enough

	

I wish I could take in the stiffness



            surrendering to these people and faces



instead I stare blankly at the folds & decay



            shellac-colors reflecting light	                 glow


 
like sweat                    this one the most human and therefore

  

            the one I look at more than once



in a way that makes me feel less     hollow



            his ear hanging           lobe



unattached                   eyes forever past me