Deposition
Oh Michelangelo the high master.
Your marble masterpiece.
In sweet Florence resides.
Beneath the great red dome thou liest.
See how the Son of the most High.
Died for all of us.
And fallen, rested in the caring arms.
Of the Magdalene and the Holy mother.
Your face is seen beneath the hood.
Of Nicodemus, a man of great good.
Yet unsatisfied with less than perfection.
You smashed apart your deposition.
And left eight years hard work behind.
But fate would surely not allow.
This majestic scene to remain unfinished.
And even though you did not return to it.
God willed that completed it would be.
A tribute to the sacrifice of His beloved Son.
A tribute to your genius.
Resting in the bowels of sweet Firenze.
The Athens of the middle ages.
Through which the swift Arno flows.
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