LADY WAS A LADY LAID TO REST
Lady Was a Lady Laid to Rest
With one hand on her heart
the other reached out
she’s made beautiful on a sardine can
that otherwise would be thrown out.
Someone’s scraps are another’s treasures
and you and me were like garbage pickers
just trotting about, scouting, lifting
for ourselves, and often for the other.
Muse: I’m sorry to throw you out like this
but you treated me like discarded rubbish.
Lady, is that laid lady, laid dead
or for now, just sleeping?
SH 2014
Art: dixon / “Blight” / 88x27cm / spray paint and acrylic on metal / 2013 (painting for FallDownGallery)