The pigment of the eye
of the grazing bull threatens us
with unassailable blackness...
The blades of the tussock of a
raided field blench
from the trills of fornicating
fowls – coots exiled from
humiliated seas – exchanging
badinages rounded in fibs,
thus apprising the painter of
bagatelles of Picasso’s
colourful past.
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