Caught amongst the fridge-magnets, the fraudsters and academics,
the backdrop to countless snaps: me in Paris, alongside that tower and the dancing legs,
we have obliterated your enigma with our kitsch and theories, x-rays and refurbishments
We have forgotten your mask, your flesh and constraint,
we see only the opportunities for gaucheries and profit
Duchamp was right, once someone thought you had a hot ass, lady love
picture courtesy of http://magpietales.blogspot.com/
