Unpainted Painting

Unpainted Painting. I found a painting on the dump by the road, heads of many colours seeking shelter, under a colourful umbrella, against coming storm. It is an original painting signed and dated 2052, who threw it away? A black fly walks across the computer screen, when I shush it away it only indolently moves and settles on the edge of the virtual page. I look for a newspaper to swat it the devious fly reads my thought, take lift and disappear Into the painting. Now I can read the name: FEMA. I got, it the date, the work is not yet made by an artist not yet born; I’m seeing into a future and if the sad faces are anything to go by, it doesn’t look too promising. Before the darkness swirled into the village I put the picture back on the dump, as it wasn’t painted yet and not for me to see. The black fly was buzzing around my head whispering words in a in a future language I shall never comprehend In the morning dustmen came and took away the trash.