in a cold winter long ago
smiling was forbidden
in the place where smiling stood
grins and pretty faces, fruit posing
Pan, nymphs and gamboling lambs
all the world in oil, and framed
hiding in the dark...with salt
many lighter squares on walls
stolen with the people
to places far away
wheelchairs tipped
from balcony height
broken faces on cobbles
where no-one cared
only a face, drawn
with scattered dirt...