Death Has Teeth A sun bleached cow skull, picked clean of meat adorned with white roses: cream and milk, as though death were beautiful as though death were white as though death were roses on your skull as he smashes your nose like the fractured skull of this cow— no eyes no tongue only bone and flowers. You can decorate death like this, dress him up in a white veil or plastic wrapped package and still he will be painful ugly undignified when he comes for you, like the veteran now receiving sponge baths in bed after he shits himself. Still he will be dark black meaningless when he comes for you, like the void of outer space you will never have time to explore. Still he will be hurting empty unknown when he comes for you. Still you will be afraid. Paige Caine Paige Caine is an undergraduate junior studying Creative Writing and Biology at Bucknell university in Pennsylvania, though she is originally from Maryland.
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Colin Pink
4/9/2020 12:23:06 pm
This is a very powerful piece. I love the way it starts off as a meditation on O'Keeffe's painting but then takes off from it into contemporary situations of vulnerability and impending death and the fear it brings.
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