T H E T U S C A R O R A R E V I E W 2 0 2 3 1 Saturn Devouring His Son After Francisco Goya A L E X A N D R A A L WA R D Leather skin stretched over boney points Knees like sharp stones resting upon the ground Subduing the earth beneath Daring the tendrils of blackened space to outstretch their arms in solace This thing, this man, is not entirely human Flesh molded over joints and twisted over bones Like a shrunken shirt, skin grips to crevices it shouldn’t His eyes are wide like full moons Though they hold darkness as if the moons were reflected off of deep navy waters Each crashing wave the blink of an eyelid Slamming onto shore, lashes fluttering The water spray meets the sand. But his eyes are all dried up, there is no ocean, no water spray Instead, a desolate landscape plagued by a drought These eyes have seen no tears, nor will they The stinging matters not He must not blink them Below the eyes lies the mouth A chasm of canines Teeth behind lips Darkened by the stain of blood His lips encircle pale flesh like the rings of Saturn wrap the planet
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