the fine line drawn

why do those fine arts
draw, brush, carve
classical David
so commonly standing on
or dragging
his decapitation
like a trophy, frozen
in the anguish
of human sin

our royal beauty and heaven’s choice made
sensuous and naked
raw and sinewed;
all that human body
coiling taunt round the single-mindedness
to bring swift punishment and
the glory of justice
to our monsters
what point of his enemy’s
long, bloody sword
are these artists trying to make
about this once, young and agile king?

maybe it is only as i get older,
i want to see David forever done
with those lesser of purgatory jobs
take, instead, a cut of
his softer talents
the lyre and the love
for the healing psalm

© lyw

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