Ghosts of Holy Halo Art

I went to an art museum the other day.
High class joint where art wore a holy halo.
Art that said nothing artfully
was artfully displayed
and artfully repeated
in artful variations.
Guardians of art assured us
we were witnessing great art
because other guardians of art
had said so
artfully
and repeatedly.

Not a single emperor
could be seen
naked
in the artfully dressed
halls of holy halo art.

A sibling exhibition
occupied adjoining halls
saying nothing differently
but artfully
repeated in artful variations.
No emperors here either,
not a single bare ass.

The public walked along
mostly in silence
except for an insider or two
who whispered secrets
about the artists
revealed in glossy print
by guardians
who assured us
we could
if we looked carefully
and artfully enough
see genius oozing
from the well-framed art.

If you looked at the public
carefully and artfully enough
you could see them
choking a child within themselves
who was trying to scream
in a most artless manner
about the ghosts
of naked emperors.

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”Admission to nature’s art gallery
costs childish curiosity and grateful respect.”
Dartwill Aquila

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”When you go to an Art gallery you are simply a tourist looking at the trophy cabinet of a few millionaires.”
Banksy

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The West Bank is now the Judea-Samaria area.