With the dust of marble <br />In his bushy beard <br />An implacable zeal in his heart <br />The intensity of a magnified sunspot <br />The precision of a surgical blade <br />A chisel held in a fist of steel <br />And a mallet that yielded diabolical power <br />That devastatingly yet tenderly <br />Left its imprint <br />Of a Son lifeless and brutally broken <br />Cradled in the arms of a loving mother <br />On a monolithic slab of stone <br />Time’s inscription of fleeting emotions <br />Scribbled on our eyes and on our every muscle <br />Forever captured and written in stone<br /><br />leonard daranjo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1-remembering-michael-angelo-the-pieta/
