I saw this hauntingly beautiful piece at the Portland Art Museum today and was absolutely struck by it; the hair, the ears, the neck, the shoulders look just like my son ... and the anguish just moved me nearly to tears. It's like someone took a psychic x-ray or the human I love most in the world and this is what they saw. Heartbreaking.
So, of course, I wrote about it ...
sometimes
I see death
when I look
into my son's face
there's
an anguish that
could kill him
clawing just below the
surface
of his skin
a zombie eating
his brain from inside
sometimes
i see the
look of anguish
as he claws at
life
begging to be
freed from the
killer inside, the black
hole
in his throat
that's so big
it chokes out life
---
April PAD Day 6 - ekphrastic
