he molded the sculptures
with no one but the models in mind.
    they were angelic.
       and he took a
            picture.
   the marble was unchanging-
     regal. he thought that if they ever
needed to remember who they were
      through whoever they are
    they could look up to their own past's excellent
      persona pillars.

and there they still stand
  in any other market squares or musuems,
      leading us on one of some
  principle,
    until they are felled by
         those that are going
             through more of similiar stories.