they say that David was waiting inside the stone.
that Michelangelo merely chipped the marble away to reveal his form.
I do not profess to be made from any material as beautiful;
I am only the working man’s wood.
but as I am chipped
I will use the splintered pieces of myself,
as shims for you,
to fill all the cracks
that rough weather left behind.
maybe then, I will be lighter
and you will be whole.