How Dare I Be So Beautiful?
Wandering through the chaos the battle has left,
We climb up a mountain of human flesh,
To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life.
A young figure sits still by a pool,
He’s been stamped “Human Bacon” by some butchery tool.
(He is you)
Social Security took care of this lad.
We watch in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower.
A flower?–Genesis, Supper’ s Ready
Plowing through an old todo list I found “365″ and Self-Portrait Day. Figured I’d give it a whirl. I won’t post the self portrait here every day, just on Flickr and the SPD site. Wanted to let you know I’m doing it, though.
Tomorrow: more cameras.