Art is lined-up against the walls in museums A beauty contest or a police identity parade Wardens stand guard at the swing-doors Curators armed with binoculars in lookout miradors Taste is served in huge plates ad nauseam and we relish But the artist who poured his damned soul as a last varnish Did he imagine […]
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