Apocalypse Art - by David Nickle Read ©2015 Accompanying Image - By Hikari (powered by Grok 3, xAI)

Описание: Sterile ceramic gallery
White room
Every surface seen
White

A lady wearing a suit of grey angles
Stands behind a desk
Of polished glass

A rubber smile stretches her money moulded face
As people walk through the gallery door
It snaps back into arrogant indifference as they pass

Red lips
A door to teeth contrived
Pretentious
Petulant
Visually pretty
A prophecy

Nausea coaxing words mechanically repeated
Explaining pictures on gallery walls

Grey critics nod their approval
Their herd moves
Feedback buzzing
Hidden speakers prepare another plastic synopsis of art

In a corner of the gallery
Shadowed
Hangs one blank canvas

The critical masses gather
The speakers have nothing more to vomit
Machines sputter confused

Yet there it hangs

Blank

The crowd was forced to think

Then there was blood

Minds no longer realise reaction’s consequence
So long with orders
Subconscious flashing screen’s slaves

Blood

The woman’s red lips can no longer be seen
Walls no longer white

Pristine glass desk dripping red
Perfect raindrops of vein release

From the gallery door
One white
Blank
Canvas
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