Double Vanitas "…I felt like Oppenheimer or something. What have I done? Because it’s going to need high security all its life." Damien Hirst’s on his artwork, For the Love of God, 2007 Our god is uncanny, pixelated in its effigy antics, elated for this shimmering, crusted skull-- 8,601 flawless diamonds and a pear-shaped pink one, third eye of the forehead, technical refinement by hired hands. A concept is a concept is a commodity. On a dare, our god forged toothy marketplace of forbidden fruit. No one to blame. God’s way to animate another exquisite corpse for our laps, each gem-stud making its claim for punchline. Platinum cast of a lucky 18th century chap who got to keep his teeth that held a pipe, chewed on penny loaf. Hollow man immortalized by hollow man for 50 million pounds in auction. Our god smirks behind a two-way mirror, slow time holds us in the drop jaw of still life. Luminous decay, market shelves bloated, over-ripe and spoiling. Rikki Santer Rikki Santer: "My poetry has appeared in various publications including Ms. Magazine, Poetry East, Slab, [PANK], Crab Orchard Review, RHINO, Grimm, Hotel Amerika and The Main Street Rag. My work has received many honours including five Pushcart and three Ohioana book award nominations as well as a fellowship from the National Endowment for the Humanities. My eighth collection, Drop Jaw, was published this spring by NightBallet Press."
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