The Art Museum

break my body into pieces
and hang it up in frames.
let all who want to come and visit,
give each piece a name.
and let my presence fill your rooms
in every empty space.
the walls will writhe with my emotions,
the crowds will scare away.
and when your sacred art museum
begins to crack and break,
the plaster that you’ve used to hold me
will crush you where you lay.