This poem was inspired by the citizens of Lviv, Ukraine wrapping their historic statues for safekeeping.
Watch the love in their bare hands
As they shield Adonis with the plastic sheeting
Wrapping him with the care of a parent swaddling
A newborn, to protect him from the shelling,
The random blasts that could shatter everything they have.
Thinking of the dangers to their own flesh,
The civilians climb the stone to save
The god who was born mortal, like themselves,
His beauty unprepared for the shocks
That have already hollowed other squares
With a wrath inhuman and unlimited,
Breaking the heart but not the soul.
These men and women know what they must do
Despite the cold and hunger and fear
For their own children who gaze out of windows below.
They lift themselves high
To shroud the glory
That has watched over them for centuries,
To cover the eyes that must not see
The assault upon the light.