Ode on a cloud in mercury with a silver lining

Caravaggio, he say, duel I fought,

between right and wrong, alas it was

all for nought.

Now I paint in brown and chalky white, 

look to the skies and the faces 

of the downtrodden, barefoot scamps and rogues proud

for my inspiration. And breathe,

with the sigh of times past and present, and think,

will things remain the same.

Carpe diem.