Time Smoking Art Poem by Raj Arumugam

Do I care,
says Time
if it's Mona Lisa
or David?
To use a polite
term, and a novel one at that,
I smoke on art

You say
in your naivety
or pride of accomplishment
your art is forever,
for all time -
well, tell me about it...
I lay out dust on your works
and I have agents to eat your stuff

You may use varnish
and restoration
and conservation
may come in handy
but hey - I've got plenty of time
to do my work

Ah, you proud beauties
and you arrogant, virile males:
I'll do the smoking;
you enjoy the smoke in your faces