Marbled

Smooth and serene
cool to the touch
Translucent you seem
shape that I clutch


With beauty you shine
refractory light
Distorted are lines
before you take flight


Spin till the clash
of attack to your kind
Actions seem rash
though premeditated in mind

A determined goal
for a head wreathed in green
The scuffs that you dole
you mirror, unclean


Now overlooked
for favored perfection
Consumed and discarded
Mr. Brief Satisfaction