Mouldings

She's got a moulding

Of her left hand

And she holds it to her chest



Trying to feel

The pulsations

Trying to quiet the unrest



That's taking place

It's taking place

Behind the armour of

Her smiling face



She wants a moulding

Of her features

Of her face and of her feet



Sometimes she says

She wants a double

Made of stone or of concrete



To take her place

To take her place

Then she could disappear

Without a trace