The Vitruvian Man? It must come down. 

His penis might be tempting,
and Venus de Milo’s marble breasts
are much too much to bear. 
David’s chiseled abs and ass
could drive the women crazy.
Liberty might lead students
to be puerile, raunchy, lewd. 
 
As Adam lounges on his cloud
and reaches for the sky,
isn’t the point God inside the brain,
not Adam’s member against his thigh?
 
Maybe Ken and Barbie
are fine substitutes for classics. 
Their inoffensive plastic bumps
will never titillate.
And maybe we can smooth
the folds of memory and pain.
And maybe once we’ve dulled
the points of all potential dangers,
we can sit awash in glowing screens,
mildly entertained.