Shadows Fall on Eden, 1508-2008 Five hundred long years ago, Did sculptor Michelangelo, Bend to the Pope's demand, And paint a ceiling to command. Cracked and dirty, it did become, Like all things finite, less than pristine. Yet for it famous the Chapel Sistine, From tens of thousands, admiration won. While Japanese paid to have it cleaned, Here still smoke-stained, caught my eye. When Eve and Adam the apple gleaned, Death and decay followed close by. Even their clothes the moths did sunder,... Sign in to see full entry.