We carve giant marble pedestals,
Climb on top of our creations,
And freeze in a pose of perfection.
Each now a pagod unto himself
And separated from each other
By different ideas of 'deity'

One human statue falters; falls, and
Faults form in the stonework under us
Our own transformed marble hands and hearts
Reach out for others, to save ourselves.
But putting faith in our flawlessness,
Gives us nothing solid to cling to.