1.
The Destruction of a Simple Man.
The empty space on the Gallery wall;
A hole in the heart;
A world of tears.
The thief was a pyromaniac;
He danced in fire.
His need to burn the painting
Killed the artist
With the strike of a single match.
The kidnapped painting,
Cut out, transported,
Pressed flat inside a suitcase
Half a year,
Suddenly revealed to the midday sun
A new darkness, a pile of ash;
A lost child;
A question mark
Scratched on the wall of time.
(The suitcase was preserved,
even cherished,
For the thief it had some purpose,
some meaning;
It could be used until worn out
Like a raincoat, a pair of sturdy Brogues).
It should be noted
The thief was a practical man,
His priorities simple;
Not to be caught in the act;
Not to face The Beak;
Not to go down for decades.
Self preservation his only mantra,
His hour had not yet come.
He could not sell the painting
But he had to save his skin,
Preserve his aching joints.
Even Hitler knew much better:
He razed the Cathedral at Coventry
To clarify one or two points;
The eradication of rock hard history;
The nihilism of naked power.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
May 30th. - 31st. - June 1st. - July 16th. - September 3rd. 2013.
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2.
Stages of Cruelty.
Under the cats paw
The grey mouse shrieks
Under the Vets needle
Moggy falls asleep
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
July 2nd. 2013.
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