His toes curl agonizingly around
the litter of smartphones at his feet, symbolic
of his historic role as notable twitterer.
The Master of Furies portrayed him as hapless victim
of a faithless and unregulated media
martyred by arrows of outrageous chatter
but carved an upward torque from suffering toes
to the restoration of greatness at the top,
depicting one moment of a human gesture,
while a putto, hovering above his tied hands
that are fluttering free of anonymous betrayal,
offers the wreath of heavenly redemption
in the afterlife and on earth a booming economy—
all rendered in the priceless white of ivory.
