A Poem by Alan Whitfield
A Sinister Side To Public Art
From Helkyn I saw brilliance
to the outermost edge
a full-bodied blue like honey
road lines like a cobra
supplementing your passing
beneath the over pass
at hand, waving
Why am I here,
post haste I approach,
like a supermarket bar code.
The honey blue circumduct
to vile, ultra, violet-purple.
Fragmenting perspicuity
passed scoffed soulless funding.
Internal soul sapping sculptures.
ALAN WHITFIELD 
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