An Image Encompasses Saint Ursula
J. Quinn Brisben
The brand-new color printer chuffs and spits
Hans Memling’s unhistoric virgin saint
Who shrouds the midget myriad limned in paint
That smoothly glows; the real one sits
In Bruges, a reliquary chest admits
An opportunity for pride to taint
The holy; copies spread the real but faint
Reflection of this sin which art commits.
Step up and pay your euros, see
It turn and use the glass to magnify
This gilded gothic box; it’s worth the fee,
Though looking at it will not these days buy
Indulgences and cures; but art can be
The finest thrill we share before we die.
