Notes About The Poem
Sotheby’s, that place where art seems to be only for the rich, possession continues not only 9/10s of the law, but adjudicated fair immunity against any appreciations by the common man.
Exiled
Exiled
Marble and steel walls
Hold firm phantom barred captivity
Knowing but empty space now
Amidst the imagined visitors
How suffocating this lockup
This prison of laser-beamed bondage
Rendering ghostlike existence
Void of its creators touch
Living with but posthumous memory
Passion of suffering
Continues its origin of pain
Shrill its captured moment
Frozen its anguish forever
Living on concealed
The Scream hangs silent
In dark gilded confinement
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