The friendly eye dulled
Goddess lashes framed by blood
A slow gutter crawl
It just seemed meaningless, the cows head being slowly devoured by flies. Sure it was probably going to be dumped anyway, picked up from an abattoir somewhere.
Damien Hirst says nothing to me.
(me and the Bossman went to his private view at the Tate Modern)
No comments:
Post a Comment