Second version of triptych (1944), Francis Bacon
Concerning all those Gurus, and those ‘illuminated’
Self-forged ‘masters’
Owners of their own islands
They seem so irreducible on their own
But when they happen to scramble
When they must endure on the stands
They tilt their heads up a bottom
They touch their chins with their forefingers
And you can see the flames in their eyes
And sense their thoughts are roaring
Full of stir
Full of resentment
Full of judgement.