There.
Walking through the
Metropolitan Museum of Art
On my way to Iowa.
Spoke to Gertrude Stein.
Spoke to a harlequin.
Came to the painting titled Guernica.
Stopped.
I’d seen a picture of the painting
On a postcard that my art
Teacher showed me once.
Now I could see that picture
Was like a small printed map
Of this painting.
Schematic.
And I saw the people
And the people came and went,
And the people were dead.
They had marked the children.
They held the children
The children were dead.
There.
-by Janet Daily, August 1980