In the garden at the V&A no responses
Wishing I were an exhibit
An iconic one
like Tipoo’s tiger
Or a Rodin
Immobile
And Composed
Receiving as my due
A glance or two.
I’m stuck.
Alone, like you
Unable to summon the pluck to say hello.
You go.
And I, gobbling Benugo’s pie
By the still pond
Where ducks die
Pose. Stuck. Immobile by reason of indecision and pain
Have to get up!
Have to be human
Again.