In the Round

From hot and pliant flesh
To finely chiseled marble,
Chilled, unyielding,

Time's an expert artist,
Pardoning and smoothing flaws,
Arresting ecstasies,
The wild mouths of passion
Carved and caught
Eternally unfeeling,
Always in the middle,
Never finishing.

You wouldn't know
How hairy peach his chest,
How pink her hardened nipple,

Hunger careless of appearances
Now finely fashioned
For a cultured audience,
A reaching craving ever
Frozen in the present tense,
Imbroglio that now makes a studied sense.

History's a calming cold,
And memory's a brutal Michelangelo.

- 4/24/25

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