Marble golem made of white with heart of unknown colour,
Image of a jewel set in pearly granite, static or with a life-full thump?
Picture clashes with suggestive possibility of bone-thin casing
Spread like icing over cake.
Marble golem’s working cogs click or turn in silence.
Hinges hidden by a falter in my vision or by the perceived being, filled with elusivity?
How much of you is your ivory outside, are you dense or hollow?
If I cracked you would you emerge gasping, or would you lie in pathetic pieces of regret?