Guernica
Posted: 11 May 2013, 07:48
Guernica
"I paint the objects for what they are."
--Picasso
The horse launches a missile from his mouth,
or a rotten tooth. The sun is a light bulb, or
a light bulb emits light like the rays of a sun
drawn by a child. An arm broken off. A sword
broken. Orifices. Bullet holes. Bomb craters.
War hands prophesy suffering. Destiny etched
in their pleas. They all are saying something
that means nothing, but not to each other.
The galloping horse looks backwards in terror.
Like the wind, an angel descends from falling
buildings, holding a lamp, the flame a leaf--
peace--burning beneath the blackening sun.
No one would believe. They yell, can't be
heard above explosions. The woman's nipples
are detonators. The bull is a god with big balls.
He looks backwards, too, destruction follows.
"I paint the objects for what they are."
--Picasso
The horse launches a missile from his mouth,
or a rotten tooth. The sun is a light bulb, or
a light bulb emits light like the rays of a sun
drawn by a child. An arm broken off. A sword
broken. Orifices. Bullet holes. Bomb craters.
War hands prophesy suffering. Destiny etched
in their pleas. They all are saying something
that means nothing, but not to each other.
The galloping horse looks backwards in terror.
Like the wind, an angel descends from falling
buildings, holding a lamp, the flame a leaf--
peace--burning beneath the blackening sun.
No one would believe. They yell, can't be
heard above explosions. The woman's nipples
are detonators. The bull is a god with big balls.
He looks backwards, too, destruction follows.