Persona Poem (Mona Lisa)

Behind my glass case
And rope protectors
Viewers of many nationalities
Stand shoulder to shoulder;
Push and shove in their attempt
To gaze upon my rounded
Painted face. Cell phones and cameras
Rise to record the moments the onlookers
Looked deeply into my eyes.

Behind closed doors, curators
Sweat over my painter’s mistakes
As my wrinkles peel
Off my ill-prepared back.
They are my doctors and nurses—
They patch me up when the need arises
So tourists can lift their cameras
To capture their own Mona Lisa.

Past Culture Artifact

Analyzing artifact images
For deep, critical understanding
Cultures, grains between Time’s gears
Whose modern influential remnants
Need an electron microscope for viewing.

Pretty pictures can only
Hint at so much:
The visible iceberg.
Beneath frigid waters
Too deep to see:
A hulking mass
Well camouflaged;
The society’s
Complete framework.