(for Agnieszka, who inspired it) His guests out by ten, odds are his warehouse hadn't changed into some Byzantine chapel No pale Madonna caviglie or soft Dorothy Day eyes (after the Masters) lay ready
to be etched: it seems he couldn't have prayed either without etching Elvis instead or a rather rakish Kafka And, of course, the great Warhol didn't
I really like your poems. But unless I misunderstood this one, I would say don't be too quick to imagine that Warhol was removed from chapels and Madonnas. The fact that he wasn't, makes him a much more interesting figure than the shallow image of the Studio 54 dandy that had mesmerized us until now. But it's quite possible I've misunderstood the poem. https://www.newyorker.com/culture/culture-desk/andy-warhols-religious-journey