Art Can Be Naked

E. Brian Gentry

Dad’s ugly Filipino carving

rocks when you walk too fast

by the piano.

I suppose remembering old voodoo dances.

 

Scarred from moves and tumbles,

it still demands respect

as the non-speaking member

of our family.

 

Uncle Dale respected it once

until his fingers noticed the nipple

and his mouth fell

at wooden pornography.

 

My friends called it quaint

and I asked Mom after they left

but she said it was art

and art can be naked.