Guernica Poem by stephen roe

Start with the bull: paint it blue then black, sounds like Iraq!
Scratch your head balding old man
As despite having the light bulb turned on,
You never anticipated a suicide bomb.
No Lorca to die as martyr, no scribe to document the pain
Just a link to a video on utube,
With Allah Akbar repeated again and again.
And the eyes sunk deep in your sockets
Peering out afraid into the night,
Where a hundred have died in a market-place, simply trying to buy grain.
Despite wearing black veils the women hide from each other,
While the children assemble Cubist like sculpture
From the debris of limbs and nails.
Nothing in art these days can ever represent anything this scene.
A contemplative shark in formaldehyde decays,
Modern, ascetic, secular, obscene.