"The neon fire Prometheus stole Shown here before us as natural In a painted campfire fuelled by laurels Says stealing is Art's only real school; Mimesis flames from Nature's manual An ignis fatuus that kills and fools." Museum explanations and the afternoon Presume the usual, the accustomed track, Drag us down to pre-history and myth And then obligingly back. "Before us both chameleon and sloth In the surrealist jungles of deceit Follow genome's and artist's plotted path, Blend inhabitant and habitat; So what could ever differ then, in pith, Between boar's snort and man's snit?" Among the crowded halls and windows Our tourguide of the Louvre Explicates Christs, perennial widows, the dice, Hung between anonymous thieves. "Since birth we're honed To art and to theft; To deceive to survive alone Is Nature's tricky gift; To get what's been gathered By others is thrift."