
Museum Of Our Fading Presence
(For Barbara)
"Their ships made a mirage fall,
our ozone crashed about our ears and we stood
mesmerised in all that falling light.”
—Lisa Gorton, "III Evolution, 3000"
our museum
is already
being built
with artefacts of
our art and
our inhumanity
our fragility and
our cruelty
our passion and
our hate
what if in
a distant future
the visitors
will arrive
walking into
the trap of
our past
looking for
proof of
our existence
searching for
clues to answer
the question
(what
happened)
the visitors
a woman
a child
a man
(I am not sure
who is who)
perhaps they are
holding hands
walking through
the museum of
our fading
presence
animated images
staring at them
will speak for
themselves
they will watch
humanity
at its best
at its worst
they will watch
empty streets
all the lights
are green
no traffic
to stop
they will watch
empty playgrounds
all the swings
are silent
no children
to play
a child
will ask
a woman or a man
a mother or a father
(I am not sure
who is who)
why did they
do nothing
to stop
you and I
will not be there
to explain
and even if
we could
would they
understand
will they visit
the art museums
now deserted
by meaning
was art
our excuse for
doing nothing
to stop
was art
a symptom
of our
inhumanity
Kylie Supski, 2020, Melbourne
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