Tate ruined

The Spoiler

This is no sarcophagus of mankind’s deadly power
That ruined our necessary atmosphere, a despoiler of our air.
I prefer the old ones’ name for them,
Something sacred in bricks and stone;
Not something for which, because of Gore
And de Boer we must atone.
I prefer the sun spot theory, for it makes us that much
Less central,
And gives the power back to forces
Simply elemental.
But enough of this, I stepped inside the fabled turbine hall
To see the work called Shibboleth, and see some children fall
Into that monumental piece, while their parents stood in awe
Of art that so aptly rendered
The divisions of our times.
What lofty thoughts entered in, as I grazed along the floor?
This, the truth, I promise you, just this and nothing more.
I heard two Irish students, male, laughing at my back
And saying, as they always do, “We’re only here for the craic.”
Now so will you
See this too.
I’m sorry,
Doris Salcedo.