“Mona Lisa Survives”
lovely lady, beneath your midnight veil,
no one suspects the trials you have endured
doused in acid, stoned by man, you withstood
the brandished blade without a single scratch
though those attacks prompted the glass that parts
you from us now. still, ugly souls assault
you as you sit with folded hands, silent:
they mock your shield bloodied by bright red paint,
they throw cups empty of tea you’ll not drink,
they try to break you, smear cake on your face
like a bride on her white wedding day. You’ve
survived five centuries of gilded fame.
You’ve earned your coquet smile. Your almond eyes
hide the artist’s sign, search the milling crowds.
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