This is Not a Pipe and is also Not Art
by Sabrina Dawkins
Ted Bundy crouched,
stuck at the ceiling
in the dark room
as he scribbled
with a black marker
on the upper wall.
No pale green death apple
to hide René Magritte’s face.
In dreams
they are seen as they are:
The Son of the Serpent
replaced
the Son of man.