The resin of empathy

Consider my favorite sculptress
She the famous Barbara Hepworth
From great monoliths of stone
Found a form by bolster draw the hand  
To caress its tactile shine  
The quartz, that empathy refined
 
That in gods great pottery  
Each identity was true till death
Hand and nature a dormancy to unearth
Figured not always by us
Carved by truth and not distrust
The naked exhibit divested of its crust
 
They not like we, see those forms so hidden deep
Sleeping beauty awaiting to awake
That undress to bare  
Just chip by chip, flake by flake
Is there a kiss so cold defined
The  lovers empathy that Rodin found
 
Some ask us questions
Put the last before the first
A disected pregnancy
Twice life size by Damien Hurst
Where we were and where we be
That outlines pitied empathy
 
The warmth no words can entertain
From just blocks and logs so plain
The resin there like golden flame
Work and labour and toil sustain
Listen with you heart and soul
Enchantment shape each hammers blow
 
The resin of true empathy  
For tomorrows shapes remain just dreams