Capitoline Museum, Rome
She knows without remembering,
alert and peaceful at once,
and she will stand as she is,
her surface soaking up the light,
as long as her life is food.
She is made of quiet that
survives the spear and
the song, outlasting
by far the gloved hands of
the bronze smelter as he tosses
another ingot into the smoke.
does not have to think. Soon?
she never wonders.
She is loyalty in its beginnings,
steadfastness in its earliest origins,
a guardian made of gravity,
a hue the color of tirelessness
as wakeful as the years to come.
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