Marble

Soft-spiralling, rising up as a wire through cheese,
Veins moving along the beat of its life,
Scent of a Romany quarry, silt and stone made smooth
In absolution of achievement.

Blind facades rising to peal to heaven,
Peal and appeal for blindness, forgiveness,
A white lady dressed in modesty,
One who cannot stop for death, and so

She kindly stops for me.
A pinnacle of maternity to eternity,
A winding Carmelite Mother
Draped in sinking elegance.

Stepping out from her slide into the sun,
Her bulk towers over ideas,
Corridors leaning to the echo of Galileo:
He who could not decline the opposition of Inquisition.

The fall and rise of gravity through his telescope,
Beard of the Renaissance set alight
With the gleam of the setting sun,
Such a spark of genius.