On the Paintings of Bill Copley

Astonished nudes waiting for murder,

Naked as a clinic and staring like glass.

Is tomorrow a home?

The light-bulbs could answer that one,

That is,

If they will stop choking with laughter

At the calculated palettes

Elsewhere.

And if the gods pronounce sentence;

Unmitigated cruelty, one says,

Delineation of screams and black lautrec wine.… Leer más