Docility

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The statues of the heroes and the gods

Stare straight.  Immortal marble makes them stare.

Though they were painted once against the odds

Of transience, the stony eyeball pair

Looks out forever now in glaring white.

They look at nothing, still.  They cannot see

An eagle soaring but unseen in flight

Will die in decades, yet the spree

Of life is banished from the sight of eyes

That glare, ignoring.  Holiness is gone,

Too.  No one gives a hoot about these guys

Despite the gorgeousness of godly brawn.

  The blank-eyed goddesses are much the same.

    Though luscious, wondrous once, their sex is tame.