Terracotta

Terracotta

A Poem by N. Hadley

Twenty-seven figureheads
with face made of clay.
Grand potters shape them,
every which way -
Today Jane is a
saintess,
tomorrow she's a
s**t.
John is just as easily sculpted
as Jane - a football player
today,
a punk rock rebel
tomorrow.
My face however,
is made of steel -
idiosyncratic, unbroken and beautiful.

© 2010 N. Hadley


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