Thou are not , mine ass —

without buttress — worthy

of praises high ; miracle

sublime ! What trick is

this ?  Molded between

those fibers , black – jean ,

glory transpires ; ass trod 

out , and shock the world :

juicilicious , taut , marble ! 

Who bequeathed our race

those holy , gilded cheeks ?

Immaculate folly , to wonder :

for who but Michelangelo

could wrought justice such ?

This work was first published in The Rainbow Cantos published by Pumpernickel Press based in New Orleans, Louisiana. You can support G.R. via: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/GRTomaini