Alexandros of Antioch,
did you simply not care...
to give Venus de Milo
the time you thought fair?
Did her shoulder of marble
'neath chisel, snap free,
and cause subsequent damage
you did not foresee?
Then while fearing the masses
who'd blaspheme and scoff,
take her precious right arm
and, too, cut it off?
Then display to the world
in her scant nudity,
one Venus de Milo...
the freak amputee?
Oh, Venus of beauty,
whilst lost in your charms,
I'd use today's methods
and craft you your arms.
But the henchmen of Louvre
keep me sadly at bay.
"I can give her her limbs!
They're robotic but hey..."
I'd sculpt you with purpose,
perfection, my goal.
like the sweet Mona Lisa
who was painted as whole.
I'd sneak 'neath the shadows
with artistry cloaked,
but my passport to Paris
has been rudely revoked.
I've dreamt of you perfect
and weep in defeat.
But know I've attempted...
to make you complete.
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