I haven’t seen a Campbell’s can for decades,
with its boring, old-fashioned label. When I think
of all those tomatoes that were crammed inside,
I wonder if they‘re out of date, whether they stink,
if there’s mould on top, if they have dried
out, shrunk, drained of bloody red to anaemic pink
spotted with bits of blue and green. Anyway,
if he could see it now, what would Andy say?
Kim M. Russell, 22nd November 2020
This weekend I’m sharing a poem I wrote for an ekphrastic writing challenge but didn’t make the editor’s pick.