The Ineffectual Hunter

To an artist, starvation is the best death.
Anything less is selling out.

Let the form of his last breath be a beautiful curl,
a best, last gift for a cold, blind, world.
Let the dance of his falling corpse evoke a lost moment.
Let his sculpture of bones be an inspirational monument.
Let his uncleaned dish signify pity.
Let his works endure, and give comfort by empathy.

An artist is loved indirectly.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.