Coventry Transport Museum Poetry: "Concept" 1

This is my poem based on an installation at Coventry Transport Museum. It's called "Concept".

A shape
Dragged from the mind onto the page.
Fleshed out,
Made whole with love and hard work,
Then born,
And so swiftly torn from life or else
Stillbirth.
It was never meant to be.

Baltic.
Frozen in time, deep, blue, cold,
Lifeless,
A mere chunk of drift ice washed ashore,
Then shaped,
Skilled hands molding it into cold, hard sapphire.
A ghost,
At once dead, and yet full of the life it never had.

Unique,
From twenty years, or fifty, or seventy-five.
Purring,
Then roaring around the track full tilt!
Rolling.
Put away, they don't want a fallen horse.
Restored,
At last, returned to former glory.

Once more,
Back on form, a chance to show the world.
Revived,
A generation-long reputation; are you still proud?
Spirit,
One face, but many lives in one body, past and future.
Concept,
Just a concept, a glint in the designer's eye.