incidental artwork

The discard of your blood

reveals a reclining figure

or a body marked at a crime scene.

But you are not lying down

and the only crime

is that your blood has spilled,

yet it lives on in different guise.

Here, preserved on tissue,

an artwork of DNA

that cannot be forged

for you are the artist,

if only by default.

A signature is superfluous

and real ART

always has its pain.