Spectacular Art Poem by Roy Ballard

His spectacles left at the Tate
lay by a wall, artfully flung,
which started up a new debate.

What truth did they communicate?
We listened to their praises sung
which helped us to appreciate

this art of very recent date
by which significance is wrung
from simple things like bricks, a plate

to open hell's or heaven's gate
until all brazen bells are rung
in tones of transcendental weight.

We heard some prattle and some prate
as back and forth opinion swung
but all agreed the art was great

until a man came in to state
his spectacles had come unstrung:
his spectacles left at the Tate
which started up a new debate.