It was an art exhibition
The subject laid down
In the middle of the lawn
There in front of the capital
Flanked by a sparse crowd
Of mostly uninterested onlookers
As 30 men on onc side
All dressed in black
And 30 men on the other side
All dressed in black
Spaced themselves apart
Every 10 feet or so
The first 2 men in each line
Held two corners
Of a gigantic and beautiful
Shiny stretch of black satin.
They passed the satin
From one man to the next
Until the fabric
Ceremoniously covered
The entire lawn
A shimmering sea of black
The wind blew now and then
Creating tiny waves of black
But other than that
It was still and calm
And the crowd was so quiet
All could hear the faint plea
of the subject
Still laying
In the middle of the lawn
But now covered
As he said
It’s so heavy
It’s so dark
I can’t move
I can’t see
It was an art exhibition
And that’s how it feels
Each time to me