On Going Back To The Street After Viewing An Art Show

They talk down through the centuries to us, And this we need more and more, The statues and paintings In midnight age As we go along Holding dead hands. And we would say Rather than delude the knowing: A damn good show, But hardly enough for a horse to eat, And out on the sunshine street where Eyes are dabbled in metazoan faces I decide again That in these centuries They have done very well Considering the nature of their Brothers: It's more than good That some of them, (Closer really to the field-mouse than Falcon) Have been bold enough to try. I've formatted the poem for better readability without changing the original content. This content may violate our content policy. If you believe this to be in error, please submit your feedback — your input will aid our research in this area.