The rowdy crowd surrounds the glistening marble statue
It stands upon a pedestal, reflecting the rising sun
Each person is armed
A small pebble here, a larger boulder there
As the sun settles in the sky, they launch their weapons
With perfect, precise aim
At the flawless figurine
But to their deep disappointment, she stays in tact
Not a scrape or a scratch maar the still statue
Soon the crowd disperses
They’re tired of their useless attempts
The sun has set, and all backs are turned
It starts right under her eye, a thin crack that etches its way
Down her cheek, down the center of her torso
Fingers and toes crumble, incintegrating into dust
Her shoulders crumple, in cascades to the floor
Bit by bit she breaks apart
Until nothing is left, but a pedestal
Where a strong steel statue
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