Lost Wax Process Poem by Marx Lenn Mendoza

Shape of you have seen through
A perfect shape
That bronze, brought you to be
Long-winded you had

'I melt'

Pacification own you naturally
A glance beneath above
That shiny molding hand, it was
Seer to me, you are

'I am flour'

Sou in disguise in you
Brought a marvelous job
Unexplainable love, you had, and have
Overjoyed the sleeping

'Hijo I was'

A model there will be
Technique that never surrender
...cire perdue
Loop becomes a strain

'Yes, you had'