Who Are Our Barbarians?
How we love them
when they are singing and simple
in gorgeous sneakers.
Invite them in, touch their eyes
until they sprout. Touch their mouths
with art. Hush, hush—
Soon they will speak. Then a tour,
so the slack mouths unfurl
and those many colored
birds fly out!
Or: call them from their hovels.
Then, in their blister lips, in their shackles
and downcast looks, their nervous rows,
you can paint them, quick,
with brushes and gouache.
on the wall. Our barbarians
are fleet to the touch and,
like paintings, lovely.