Bone garden {print 9" x 12"} retailer

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That retailer corpse you planted last year in your garden
Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,
Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!
You! hypocrite lecteur! - mon semblable, - mon frere!
- T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land


Text reads:

"Your heart is a bloody plum in a bed of roses /
your body the bone garden of my dreams /
I could prick my finger on your thorn /
and sleep for a thousand years"


Created with love in mind. Original materials include watercolor paper and paint, anatomy sketches, vintage garden journals, rose petals, blood, sweat, and tears. Original poetry by Roselung. Signed and numbered limited edition high quality print, 9" x 12". Print will not include watermark. Dimensions altered upon request.