'Beauty' - Poem by Kevin Maroney
What is beauty, but a
For itself, or a more sinister,
good, evil, objective subjection?
Which, as an ionian column, never
scored, or a board of marble
off which ricochet emotion,
history and agendas?
Beauty for beauty's sake,
not in unspoiled Mapery, not used.
It's Majesty, taken for granted,
more oft than not, taken and
Ranted by men, women of old,
men, to dare such triviality to be taken
in the archives of history,
Made of broken, sullied plaster
from glorious, sparkling alabaster.
Austere truth is
given dearth to
a caustere earth,
, the raw ingredient of
Myth and rumor........
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