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History’s sculptors released their gritty gods

and animals, grimace of prayer and chisel,

avoiding faults. On pedestals

eroded figures hunch in stone,

the subjects subdued in museums.

Hammered and priceless, immortal and harmless,

none may be rained on, or touched

by exhaust or imprecation, nor lived among.