The White-Armed Statuette - Poem by Stug Jordan
The white-armed statuette
is transfixed by the night,
but gracefully moves to the masters’
‘the best of the adagios’.
Tomorrow she’ll break
in the back of a lorry at Felixstowe,
though only a slender finger.
Not enough to prevent her
from conducting the night.
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