Hearts are thrown at Strangers, aren’t they?

The Temptation of St. Anthony 1946 | Oil Painting Reproduction

Splattered on a canvas

Or, scrawled on a wall.

Art

Is just a husk of form,

Without the artless agony

Of daily life:

The strangled scream

And the carving knife.

 

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◄ Pilgrim soul

A warmish Easter long ago ►

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