ALBERT GIACOMETTI'S GIFT

Standing next to stone
knowing your fingers
carried off memory
in hands circling
from blocks of the edges
of the raucous past designs
subject to padded form
moves on the edges
drawing our breath away
overwhelmed with metallic
tools of safe kept secrets
only artists surmise
in shadows thinking itself
of ashen shadows
in a thought in millennium
tones in a body's space
reduced to bare  the nerves
and webs to scintillate reality
to his fans surprise
from straddling spinal columns
of a surgically pressed pitch
destined to be immortal.