Death As Inspired By Ren? Magritte's The Therapist
Do the birds still have their song when you
Swallow them to your belly?
Does it matter whether they stay or try to fly?
I get to have wings when I go
Don’t I sir?
How many hearts did it take to stain your blanket
Brilliant bloody poisonous color?
What shall you do with them now?
Perhaps you carry them forever.
You must be weary
Leaning on your tree
Resting on the malleable, lifeless rocks where
Grasses sit with no roots.
Is this the place you’ve chosen for me?
Shall I look out over this blue green blue
Just stand here
Forever blinded by the empty fullness
And inability to see anything while
Seeing so much?
Well, I’ll take what you give me
You’ll know better than myself.
You can put my heart in your bag now.