Monday, September 17, 2012

Contemplating Goya

Plate 36

(referring to plate 36 from THE DISASTERS OF WAR
 by Francisco Goya) 

Contemplating this corpse,
you lean back on your elbow. 

A heart not pumping,
blood not coursing. 

Is that not a corpse?
Is it not dead as a snail's shell? 

Your eyes fixed on his face;

There, that's where you recline;
beneath his composure  

trumping the handiwork
of the hangmen who thought, 

(as they always do),
that death was the final transaction.

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