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