the day the world cared

the sky stooped down
to scrutinize the depths of artists' hearts
and every single face-in-crowd turned round,
demanding art
from all the bitter starving striving
artists in despair
who, millions strong, turned round
as one,
and said: "TOO LATE"

"You should have cared
ten years ago -
ten weeks -
ten days -
when we were dying for the light,
when we were cursing all of those
to whom success was sent
while we - our plight ignored -
kept toiling on.
Your chance with us has passed."

and then they - proud! - turned backs as one,
as one: they bared collective ass, and waited

for the kiss

to make
it
better,

at long last