Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

it is to be expected

having finished with this
container...
at last, finished!
under a stark suns' gaze
let the carcass rot!

and as moon hours churn

let it be as carrion,
fit provision, as nourishment
to night creatures,
the womb, from which
the magot dines

absolution has perished

drawn the short straw,
each breath tasting of pain
accumulating to its crest

it is my exhalation

a vile disease choked out,
to hang in the air, dank
awaiting evaporation...
to drift away,
into emptyness

my wisp of joy,
a cherished labor,
and promise


wgs 1/09

very economical walt
but symbol rich

more please

...there is something beautiful in a carcass...when the bones are picked clean and the surface is ivory white & hard & little pieces broken away telling the story of frailty & mortality. after all that humility, there is something graceful & beautiful...

a perfect impression, thankx, and completing the circle,
the bones eventually rejoin creation....bliss


walt