We Like to Imagine

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