Andy Warhol at my Grans.
The Campbell’s soup can sat
At the back of the shelf in
The pantry cupboard.
I picked it up, stared at the label.
It was over two years six months
Past its best before date.
There was a slight dent on
The left hand side,
Up high near the rim.
The label was torn and faded,
All the signs of a hard life.
I wondered if it was art or soup.
I put it back to command its space
Next to the Brillo box.
A couple of real icons,
Just like my Gran.