I only saw Guernica once


Wasn’t that what
I was looking at?
Veritas black-and-white
gnashing turmoil and detonation
a synecdoche of sorts:
a painting for all war.
I’m not sure any more.
Once I looked at lots of things
but it’s safer just to learn to dance
corporeal and insured
against paintings like that.

Categorized as musing

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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