What do you do when your sculpture
stares back at you? Poke its eyes,
if it has eyes? Stone pupils can’t feel pain.
When your statue gazes
with a judgment that says
I’ll protect you from you
have you done it right or wrong?
The bas relief mastiff on the Fidelity building
hides his nose behind a paw
in frowning disappointment: rough.
Do you reach for your chisel
or change your ways?