The Art Show
At the art exhibition, it was about metal
craftily shaped to resemble tulips and roses
polished to mirror sharpness, and there were
trees made of barbered wire and a painting
made out of coat hangers, the type the give
at the laundry and filling up your closet.
There were many buyers, what do you do with
a steel vase with ditto steel roses, not in
the living room or the dining table, perhaps in
the study on a sideboard and forgotten.
Do metal roses rust, can they be rinsed under
the sink and dry in the sunlight.
It was spring outside a beautiful lawn and many
a variety of flowers and tress but that is not art.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem