Museum to oblivion, 2022
From the series - Jagged edge of the ambient ether
Acrylic on canvas
67.7 x 51.9 inches (172 x 132 cm)

© Tobin Lush

no to the glory
not the defeat
kindred the voting man
from the iron range

no skyline of trees where
days could burn the air
nights could freeze a dead man
no great city, no sound

no spirit of the times
no wasted world
judgement falls from our heads
bad things in the news

no god-fearing to find it
across each brilliant dimension
trouble was
there wasn’t enough

you paid me no mind
voices hammering above
below the rural blues
deep in the flat country

wind howled through the coast
flat lined the desert
loomed above massacre cliffs
this land, their land

no gated garden
like the lands parted
stole my grip on things
knocked me down

no infinite sweep
no humanity anchored
hard on the dirts day
my sorrow on the radio