
Make Waste of It
Ju Derraik
​Sculpture encased; glass faced
mask made after Myth. Art,
grace, brow high framed,
embossed behind red rope; yellow tape
ticketed entrance. Restored,
having been the site of protest. Sourced
painting from antiquity unlike
ubiquitous. One-of-a-kind, studied.
Divine, pine from behind
demarcated lines. Do not hold
me in your hands
as to not damage
the print. See yourself
in the encasement, self-reflection
masturbation to deny what’s on the face
of it. I mean too much
to be touched; name me Beauty.
Make waste of it.
Admire, paralysis, para-analysis.
Blink hard
self-efface, sigh relief
at the cage. You cared
enough to be kind but not enough
to be brave. Far off
veneration calls me Fragile too.
One copy survives
alone.
Wish I was less precious to you.
