Warmed in my hands and pushed into place,

I make the features of a solemn face.

It’s almost complete - this creation of mine,

I’ve the rest of it in the corner drying over time.

The mixture is gritty in my fingertips,

It’s taken years of exotic trips.

Ingredients sourced from far and high,

And now my golem parts are dry.

The arms are slotted and the legs are firm,

Now it is finally the head who gets a turn.

Some last traces of gritty grey clay,

Now the limbs and head will stay.

My hand shakes as I aim my heat gun,

After some time it is all finally done…

I wash my hands and write on a small scroll,

Then it’s dropped in the gaping clay mouth - and I wait for the creature to take its role…