Pieta`

O how He slept
Eternal as if engraved
Saved
On His Mother's lap
So benign soft
By His piteous Self
Dressed
White...

The cool breeze
Perhaps still there
Caressed
Him
And His Mother
Catching both young
At heart
Though
He had made a depart,
His body he had left
Onto Her lap,
O how He there slept
Eternally
Engraved...

{On Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni's (6th March, 1475-18th Feb, 1564) most acclaimed work...installed at St. Peter's Basilica,}