Poem: Girl in the Art Museum

by Tristan
  
she is the outofeye
inhabitant of
His surroundings,
   the unseen sleight of hand
  of the Statues against the window,
       outlined by the washed-out afternoon.
the escalator
 will carry him
             Under
          with moneymetalhands
   if he does not look away.
the ill-made god coughs 
with sterile electricity,
waiting.
Her meetmyeyes
made him fear the Statues.