About the Esplanade,
The country’s premier arts centre,
Opinions are divided.
For seen from above,
It does resemble a giant housefly at rest,
With huge eyes open.
At ground level,
With steel slats all over the glass roof,
A seeming afterthought,
Against the blazing tropical sun,
It looks more like a durian.
The popular nickname is certainly apt,
For this “King of Fruits”,
Succulent though its flesh may be,
Akin to a chemical WMD,
Its notoriously pungent aroma,
Aptly describes some of what it passes off as culture.