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THE SUICIDE OF SAUL (PIETER BRUEGEL)

The valley beyond Mount
Gilboa
opens up like an ancient, once-
gilded reliquary.
The setting sun's a
bloody sail. The armies
flee a sea
of lances thick as felled forests.
No one smells the pine
needles trampled underfoot. A
distant
castle's emptied, a city's
streets cough up
refugees. On a dolmenic
boulder, perched
over the chaos, Saul
falls on his
sword. His armored body goes
limp as the pierced
voice-box spurts. His armor-
bearer follows
suit, shield clattering upon stone.
Sparrows zigzag
from the undergrowth.
ALFONSO VOLO
Poet and artist Alfonso Volo lives in Eden. This poem describes a famous painting.

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