Death And The Maiden: In Memory Of Egon Schiele (1890 -1918) Poem by DM W

Watching from the wings as desire dissolves
On bulbous land. Brittle bones poke through the pale white flesh.
This is the devil's bleak crossroads where attraction
And repulsion meet. Contorted bodies: attached
Yet so alone.Blazing anguish of the torn world
Behind illusion's veil; Behind the frozen masks
We wear.We vainly hang on to dreams as they fade
The artist knows his paltry acts of rebellion
Are futile in an indifferent universe.

These eyes I have seen in dreams: wild, blank, blood shot eyes
That have glared at the heart of the void for too long.
O these twig like arms; hands and lips cannot connect.
They would break into pieces with a mighty clap.
Clinging and cleaving in despair to fractured flesh,
The two figures writhe around like restless reptiles
On a rucked fling of white fabric. O they are caught
Between longing's rose and the dark kingdom of lust;
With no shimmering deceptions of Love's warm light.