There Is No Time for Art
Was at the Body and Soul festival doing a reading with my fellow Tullamore Rhymers, and this one got a good reception. Its one of the few non rhyming ones I do… and was written after seeing footage of the war in Syria where the Peshmerga were fighting IS…
There is no time for art
Where bullets fly
And screams of fear replace song
Even the birds are quiet
But to an artist, this is an ever evolving gallery
Where the shells, explosions, fires and bullets
By the craters, bullets holes and charred buildings
Become one abstract sculpture
Carved by destruction
As if to say
The soldier is an artist
Who paints in blood
And war itself, is art.