Sacrilege

spill soup on the Sunflowers

tear Pollock flags at the MOMA

cut ourselves on For the Love of God

bleed on the Persistence of Memory

set fire to the last Monet

laugh at our reflections

in shattered Louvre glass

and Victory’s motorbike helmet

toast the rubble of the Tate, then,

turn to face the rising Thames

crashing over our heads