Warfare Canaries Museum Installation,2014

Reaching up from a pail A clutch of prosthetic hands A gas mask head is perched On a roll of barbed wire Standing on a plastic skeletal foot A faceless skull has clockwork for a brain A child's hand becomes its tick-tock nose Not telling the time but waving A sabre skewers an excellent kebab Of liver, intestines, kidneys A pulpy mass of pink with two green eyes Hangs upside down in a canary's cage Miniature toy soldiers made of lead Are dwarfed by a forest of bullet shells All pointing up to the heavens On a salvaged hospital bed (Its mattress, torn khaki, canvas) 2 crimson painted stumps of uprooted trees Resemble ripped out hearts with screaming arteries Mortars pierce ceramic, shuttered busts The world is perched on a spiral Diminishing down For afters, a walking stick, Nailed with the badges of many far flung countries Black balls of blood like a child's metal marbles Clotted and skewered on prisms, End with a horse's tail