I’ve been thinking about monuments -and the anecdote (and mis-attributed quote, apparently) of Michelangelo revealing his David –later telling Pope Julius II that he simply cut away “everything that was not David.” I imagined those chunks of rock left on the ground as their own discarded community -and how little bits of them, over the centuries, might have unwillingly turned up in the materials of lesser statues.
Attributable to another sculptor
This line of Rocks not David lay in wait
Recrumbled not David
tumbling time’s Gloryless pages
Recaptured not David
the slavery of something old, something new
Reconstituted not David
orphans blending into now’s degree of hardness.
Repurposed not David
Watching old friends fall away under new ordinance
(they look small from above)
Revealed not David
fearfully bound to the chiseled dark of an enemy
Resigned not David
all Stones come to “rest under the shade of the trees.”
Removed not David
Dust to Dust never had it so good.
-for robert edward lee