First of
three illustrations of poems from Pilgrim Station in ink, by Dan Jackson.
There is a
man in the tub
the taps are running
the tears are running
he's pouring water on his head
like an animal that burrows,
like a savage in the dirt
escaping from the world,
crouched, rocking back and forth,
scooping soil loose enough
to pull the earth above him
or like the flightless, desert bird,
burying his head
wishing he were dead.
the tears are running
he's pouring water on his head
like an animal that burrows,
like a savage in the dirt
escaping from the world,
crouched, rocking back and forth,
scooping soil loose enough
to pull the earth above him
or like the flightless, desert bird,
burying his head
wishing he were dead.
Good work Dan, that captures the essence of the poem entirely. Anguish! When can we expect more?
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