THE TURNER PRIZE;
A BRIEF SUMMATION
Opaque, transparent, in the dawn
the complex torrents all reborn.
Whilst dulcet seeds are germinating
latent dreams are terminating.
Resolutions by the dozen
thaw the sausages, they’re still frozen
Derivatives long since established,
clues abandoned, never ravished.
All distilled in focused meanings
trumpeting its lifelong leanings.
Natures instincts won’t succumb
to a sausage as blunt as a badgers bum.
Emerging practice replicated,
clouds skylining, soon corrupted.
Life’s performing synergies,
finessed in joyful eulogies.
The Turner clan: contentious, steadfast;
a sausage short of an English breakfast.