Idol

Idol

Make of me an idol
Build me up so you can grind me down.
Shape me to be as you dream I should be.

Make me out of gaudy glass
that reflects back your light, diffused.
I look pretty and I feel used.

Sculpt me from pale, unfeeling stone
Blemish free and free to take the blame
Unmoving, unyielding, forever the same

Carve me from pure ivory bone.
Carve away every hope and feeling.
This is how I am bloodless, your dreaming

I don’t want to be your photographic fantasy.
Your shallow desires make me
deathlike, doll like, unreality.