Lascaux is Burning


The first art
Was not art,
Rather, a color line shot through the dark,
No more expression
Than a plea for explanation.
The grandest monuments
And greatest terrible wars
Were all done for the sake
Of a loving God,
For a ready answer,
An easy mistake.

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The featured image accompanying this poem, entitled ‘Check Mate’, have been used with the permission of artist Patricio Betteo.

Lucy Holden

Lucy Holden is a student at Beloit College, currently studying abroad in Galway, Ireland. She has been published in Writer's Slate, Pocket Lint, and Polaris Lit (forthcoming). When she's not writing stories, she spends her time playing violin, taking pictures of miscellaneous pretty, adventuring, and playing with her little sister.

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