Feral, 2006, Mixed Media & Funeral Tag on Paper
This is about Dave . . . I don't know what else to say.
The poem in the piece reads . . .
Ashes in a tin and no autopsy.
"What did you expect?!"
So you wash your face in a rusty sink
full of memories
and they will ask
"Are you crying?"
and you will say
"No. My face is wet from the memories."
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