Your noble beard is now just white dust,
and age will still crumble your stoic dignity.
The graves you served as mute guardian of grief,
are now, like your eye sockets, paintless and empty.
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An impressive poem, so much said in just two stanzas. I was just picturing Michelangelo's David as I was reading it. Really enjoyable!
A beautiful piece, a work of art - just like the work of art it describes.