Sacrilege

As
If
Alive,
The
Statue
Stands,
The
Chiseled
Product
Of
An
Agile
Hand,
In
Youth
And
Beauty
Wrought
From
Stone,
Elegantly
Alone,
Frozen
In
An
Artful
Pose,
Glorious,
Even
Without
A
Nose.
I Despise
The
Vandals
Of
The
Past,
To
Desecrate
Their
Only
Task,
And
Even,
Worse,
I Have
To
Say,
The
Dolts
Are
Still
Around
Today.