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The Death Leap of Alfred Kubin


Bullet-rigid, headless as a bolt of lightning,

lock-kneed, jointless like a solitary stick,

he dives in-voluntarily horribly 

stricken with death-fever life-lustfully,

arrowed-armed as a spear reaching for its prey.

His hairless body a naked chisel he drills

for the open gash,

a miner brandishing his pickaxe

deep in Mother Earth.

Death Leap, by Alfred Kubin

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