She stares ahead with
Unprotesting eyes.
Resignation takes the place
Of purpose and pain.
She set men's teeth on edge
So they knocked hers out.
But they didn't knock her down;
She holds that tooth high.
She wears a Da Vinci smile,
The Queen's colors,
Warhol's vision
Of a second coming.
The artist details
The cracks in the wall,
The cracks in her skin,
The certainty of age.
But for this,
The icon would fade,
Her soul ablaze,
Extinguished by faith.
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