- Samuel Mendez
- January 27, 2022
- 7:50 pm
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We like to imagine
Our bodies fashioned from gold
We stand triumphant
The world will break us no more
But with the first bludgeon
The bronze begins to show
We find this alarming
Yet proudly we go
The pressure is mounting
strikes we cannot ignore
Our cracking gild is exposing
We are fashioned from stone
We are fashioned from stone
Come hammer and chisel
Our true form will be known
Dust or divinity
Or bone
Image Credits: Petar Milosevic; Wikimedia Commons