You think this statue
befits her memory?
Daily I watch pigeons
redecorate my lovers form
You think those words
typed upon her tomb
Translated from Latin
truly capture the voice I hear?
You think history
thick with typos and smudge
Can rearrange her wisdom,
resemble the lost collage I embrace
You think her lips of concrete,
heavy with sex red gloss
Accepted my fumbling kiss,
seduced my mortal tongue?
You think Venus
with her lubricated thighs
Can fertilize my mere human seed
release upon the Earth a new deity?
You think my thump of sanity
knocks at the door of madness?
Dry your agnostic eyes
bow to the naked new born
and call him God
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