Family G
Giacometti’s sculptures were
weighted by clumpy feet [my
survey of stiff backs] – My arc
of room to room slowed by a
rigidity through my core – We
pace with rarer avoirdupois –
unless we too are gnarled by
our imperial ache & see how
AG bares rib cages & bones &
shows pained souls [heavier
fools] – His brother painted a
slope or two above here – he
ignited hillsides with a brush
& canvas – no pound of clay –
they – that ménage of artists