With this piece I wanted to use as a concept a dying craft to convey the ending of something, to capture the grim reality of an untimely ending. With every choice we make, we must cross swords with the fates. Indulge with me...
‘Cannibal Animals’
Do the careless ever strive
To be careful?
Do the shameless ever strive
To be shameful?
The Nihilist skin; peeled off
The naked bones; broken
All to quench the memory
Where no history exists.
Why do these men make history
Where no future exists?
What hangs on their mantle?
What beasts are in their beds?