I have visited countless galleries,
stared at or shielded my eyes
from all manner of art, but
I always read the plaques
affixed to the walls, name
of artist, of work price,
the relative amount speaking
to the financial state of the gallery.
I actually care very little about
the name of the artist other
than as a historical reference,
for the piece has already spoken
or remained in total silence.
I do glance at the title
and wonder why so many
artists, of infinite creativity,
when it comes to words
are struck mute, and tell me
their work is simply “Untitled,”
which for me is but another
way of saying, unpurchasable.