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Marble

Freakishly fierce summer rain
coats the backs of miners lifting slabs,
slicks the drifting dust to milky veins,
 
splatters boots, cakes trucks, til concentration snaps
and they laugh. This is a frontier forest,
chestnut trees of palest green hiding the scabs
 
of hacked-out stone. Alpine swifts chorus,
rare wolves and wild boar tear into the night.
But at Carrara’s peak, a gift more gorgeous
 
than finest bone, as if God had stolen light.
This palest seam, used for David, shielded jealously;
guards running their palms along it as lovers might,
 
while their sons, clock-watching, tread carelessly.
This craft’s passed down like gold or a secret,
a weight in the heart, shown cautiously.
 
In the workshop, a replica, fifty tonnes of meekness,
awaits his moment. The director, like a father, pats a limb.
‘I am old, but this boy,’ he says, his face breaking to sweetness,
 
‘can do anything. I came here for him.’
 

Tanya Nightingale

Published in Orbis 179, Spring 2017, ISSN 0300-4425