He Thinks He’s an Artist

The cool walk of rain
across the field
with its countless feet
blue buzz reciprocal blade
whining shriek as it cuts
floor boards
water and blood in wooden boxes
tung oil smooth sealed
paper umbrella
sways over
departing figure
from farmhouse
no one sees or knows
the effort involved
the weight of the body
so many pieces
neatly disposed

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This fractured bit of macabre for @dVersePoets Open Link Night. Posting there at 2 p.m. CDT.

A condensed, clearer variant, or at least one interpretation:

artists, ghouls,
shoot poses
of the dead
they rearrange,
sometimes reassemble.

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30 thoughts on “He Thinks He’s an Artist

  1. To me it sounds like a painter reassembling images on a canvas. Taking apart reality and reconstructing it as one sees it. Isn’t that art? Smiles. Thought provoking. I liked it. Thank you for visiting my blog 🙂

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