I heard that greatness
once transferred
through three artists
as they envisioned
upon the same piece
over the course
of our lifetimes.

One being transferred
their explicit mind into
the chiseling away
of white stone.

And now
he stand's
protected from
the elements,
but time will
bring him
to his knees.

I heard that we all
finished something,
but it was left to dissolve
in never has-beens eye’s

The same eyes
that watch over
an Achilles heel
that belongs to
the giant's victor. . .

And the sling,
a seemingly
unimportant thing,
would have
you believe
that the stone
will take us all. . .

Eventually.

Alas it seems
that they have
just exchanged
David's fate
for that of
the giant's. . .

In an ironic twist,
a flick of the (artist’s)wrist.