Hello old limestone sculpture,
Of an ancient, armored,
Meet acid rain.
Your chiseled face,
Until the once completed visage,
Looks like modeling clay.
Slowly, but surely, we return to square one,
That marvelous, marble base,
By sizzle drizzle.
Behold the disappearing monument,
Matter cannot be created,
But that’s neither here nor there,
Until we put real effort toward conservation,
Of the curated.