this was the music that i labored over
as i felt the substance with my fingers
and sculpted the bust from pure white clays
i was startled by some shouting and my knife slipped
but i painstakingly recreated the mangled orb
i knew not how to construct a comb over
so fashioned a funny french hat instead
it was as if a boulder crushed me and rolled down the hill
but i had finished and the bust was displayed in a gallery near the earthroom
several years later vladimir putin saw me at a cocktail party and informed me, “you did a great job with my eyes”
