Murals
José Clemente
Orozco sucks out my brain,
splatters it
across the orphanage ceiling
while my body lies
flat on a bench below,
dislocated by
jet-lag and head-cold,
transfixed by the
multi-hued knowledge
on the
human-stained walls:
pink credulity,
vermillion
cruelty,
ochre refusal to learn,
fawn readiness to
follow,
colour-blind
surrender
to any higher
power
that grants the
right to kill.
Blue blood sweats
from the cross
fresco’d King
Philip hugs to his groin,
anointing a troop
of guided tourists
who have eyes for
each other alone.
Bryan Murphy is a former teacher and translator who divides his time between England, Italy and the wider world. His work has recently appeared in The Camel Saloon, Eunoia Review, Indigo Rising, The Pygmy Giant, Rose & Thorn and The Rainbow Rose. A volume of his short stories, "Goodbye Padania", is forthcoming.
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