It is oft said to water the tree of life
but too much blood spills
the serpents below to poison
it turns and wayward
in its fury into the roots its fangs seep,
and sickly hues leaves turn,
until the chalice runs over,
as intoxicate mushrooms
to kill soul and spirit.
Contextual art for history repeats
as the battles of our time
but not as vast armies clash
or as assigned to depict
or progragandize the conquests
or defeats of a people
but merely the premise
of artistic renditions
to improve instead.
Is it a copy for the rights to copy
when put side by side
to exemplify an argument,
as an exhibition where
other artists make their version
to convey these conflicts,
of opinions, arguments ?
What is purpose without
but to question it too ?
For did I make shit - others turn
it into fertilizer or plant
into it seeds which flourish
and a garden then grows ;
In its midst was shade then made
by feces from blazing sun
another tree - of Art - grew
into the barch carved
as intricate rooms.
Yet as Oasis made - dries out
for it needs the waters
of life to sustain itself.
or undergrowth dies
without the focal points to cleanse
its arteries of the poison
from the serpents wrath,
but in its context does
it then renew itself. |
