GRANT FRASER (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)
Michelangelo, Out Of Place
As I chip more off,
the nose is destroyed,
but I'll leave that just
as it is,
And as I make my way
around this nerve struck body,
you have to recognise that - Beauty!
always starts from within...
But as I go in, there's nothing worse
than the cancer that goes on unanswered,
Especially when it cannot be driven
out or extracted,
I'll chip two holes in the sky,
that'l look like two dark bullet holes
for your eyes,
So you can sense and embrace
it all in one fell swoop!
And what about those teeth,
sending out so many hopeful
messages to everyone they meet,
One chip - and the whole smile
is set to crumble,
Chip off the brain,
Chip off the pain
Chip off the man who fires guns
Chip off the patriot who does whatever
his country says,
Chip off the grave of a man who made
his name a legend,
Chip off the whole bloody war thing!
Chip off a bit for me and you
Chip off the mental Strain
Chip off the 'M' in the man who's forgotten
Chip off any more and you'll see...
Chip! Chip! Chip! Chip Chip! Chip!
Away...for glory and God's namesake,
Chip off the rebel who never behaves?
Chip off the whole rotten facade and you'll
find somewhere else, if your not content
Pray - I don't get a sore head tonight,
or any night, in my lifetime, for thinking
about all those that I've seen, or if the chip
was just put there as some kind of mental defeat...
Besides I was merely thinking about sculpture,
a way out of the mind, a means to an end in
Some pretty good artists tools,
another chip on the old taboo,
I've got some in my head and it just won't do!
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