Cold War Artist

COLD WAR ARTIST The art of such intention is fatigue At living lies outside the scope of death, To wear in the last blitzkrieg A shroud meaning artist, a wreath Of columbine in the hair, but the kitchen eyes, Carbuncled knees betray the giver’s art. Down on the doorstep, she’ll scrub your lies: To her gift of total self she’ll add a part - Your own tongue sliced and severed on her plate Of 20th century design – taste The dust of pointillism, the cubist fate Of newspaper and cello here embraced – The emptiness filched from the master’s past: Mankind’s death wishes, home to roost at last. 1964-1987 published IN MEMORY OF HER, Dublin, 2008