bleed on: Mounted on Metaphors

Castigo Corpus Meum (Pain is Good) -- Silas from The DaVinci Code

Mounted on Metaphors (working title)
is an unfinished piece -- of a graphite sketch on canvas
(...Someone's southpaw nailed to something?)

{ D E C I P H E R the obra }

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A Scarecrow made of flesh and desiccated fodder;
Solely, adorns a long stretch of emerald terrain.
With outstretched arms resting upon a crucifix --
It is suspended weightless upon this fertile rapture.

But this creature of hay and tissue confounds --
The main intent of its conception.
It attracts black sagacious fowls from which,
Ostensibly, it must by all accounts dispel.

A blessed curse perhaps from the sower of seeds --
A megalomaniacal jest from he who is the tiller
Of marionette-like subsistence and wiccan folly;
Accursed marionation -- one of freewill mustn’t negate.

Upon the sorrowful pawn’s shoulders rest
Fallen crows -- aching winged leeches from the sky.
Their eerie squawks resonate into an eclipsing gloom;
Withering prolific bliss upon one who such hears.

It is but a mime bounded by a noose on an axial quatrain;
Substantially shackled to the four corners of a word --
A contradiction to its supposed insignia of deliverance,
Wholly made ambiguous by an omnipotent artificer.

A sacrificial altar for the insatiable hunger
Of those flighty vermin -- birds of prey -- and hovering souls.
Voyeurs in the eternal pantomime of a sodomized scarecrow,
In whom unjust harvesters reap their own poetic ventriloquisms.

It is a creature spawned from copulation between
Bestial sanctimony and mortal divinity; or was it between
The polygamy of virginal maidens and pious gods? For somewhere
Its humblest of retrospection had been: defined, redefined then skewed.

O, piteous mannequin! Pardon the blasphemous innocence of a child --
Who seeks redemption from the man he came to be --
Away from the truth he was taught and from the lies he had borne.
The sinner stands at the foot of the being of flesh and hay
… reading meekly a sign above its head:

Iesus
Nazarenus
Rex
Iudaeorum

INRI (titulus)

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View Andreana's amorous and humbling gesture esteemed upon this clown and his meek carnivale. O Sweet Muse! that was utterly wicked of you.

And drop by The Doppelganger theory and give 'em props or give 'em hell, eitherway you'll love his mascot (or so he thinks).

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