Lord God of Monochrome Beauty,
forgive semi-abstraction.
Who cares for a single ear
rotting among ripe fruits?
Slow the art and speed
the lie, sliding
your foot closely,
close enough,
see a mosquito eat
at that plum. Blood meals
nourish diseased beasts.
Trompe l’oeil:
Spend long enough
with black canvas
in a chapel
by a dead man,
it purples, reddens.
What do you think?