Photography/Artwork © Allison Goldin

Poem by Donnie Welch


  A Martian Visits the MFA Boston- After Humanity Degas’ Little Fourteen-Year-Old Dancer still stands. Her shoulders, caked in layers of dust, molded as though they were made to quiver, but never do. Around her, the works of Degas’ peers, the Impressionists, are moth ridden. Holes chewed through the rainbow array of colors on the…