Warhol’s fifteen

something about

wanting to be the hero

in my own life

but beauty leaves me

standing still lost in awe

violence is nothing new

even the priests

have become enured

housewives & soldiers

are now the only ones

run towards cries for help

industry is created from petals

is how we want it to be

‘cos blood is no longer enough

we want more if you please

even if you don’t please

where nobody is a hero

everybody a long time loser

all for Warhol’s fifteen

& through it all

the child cries in the night

keening low soft moans

for somebody who will never come

nobody is home

while we watch the late programme

& this is how

being the hero of the hour

is taken from all of us

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