Tuesday, September 9, 2008

After The Exhibition


after Donald Judd

Excuse me, Mister Judd?
Sir, just a moment of your time
For some arbitrary points
Of interest to your public—

Having freeze-dried
A rainbow's cross-section,
When will you visit your stepmother
At the Home?  She misses your piano playing.

Having shorn the idea of beauty
With Occam's Razor,
Do you still let your English terrier
Sleep on the bed?  He'll whimper at the door.

Having sliced and mounted
The cross of Calvary
When the evens and odds were stacked
Against you, surely you'll answer:

Do you still put one second
Before the other, Donald?
What occupies the space
Between the boxes?

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