Vandals
April 20 2022
Vandals
spray-painted the wall.
A blank windowless monolith
is now a shock of colour
that irresistibly draws the eye;
and whether fascinated
or repelled
no one doesn't look.
Rectangular offices
the grid of city streets.
Laws against littering
and strict building codes.
We are comforted by order,
and the good people
who pay their taxes
and cut their lawns
and come to full stops
instead of rolling through the signs,
are alarmed;
anarchy is threatening
non-conformity offends.
But like the stained glass window
you didn't notice,
that when the light is right
and you take your time
and the choir's high note swells,
is suddenly transformed
into something divine,
this vandalized wall
becomes a piece of art as well.
Outsider art,
by the firebrands
and alienated young,
the frustrated artists
who use what canvas they can,
have created beauty
from their unbridled anger
and unexpressed angst.
Empty cans
scattered on the sidewalk,
cryptic tags on the wall.
Images
of beauty, and horror
and stories untold.
The city painted over it
in a shade of off-white.
But the colour's bleeding through.
And every night
new graffiti appears;
anonymous artists
who are bursting to have their say.
Whose need to create
is as basic as breathing,
as human as making art.
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