The Vitruvian Man

I stood still and watched my thoughts stray

a vitruvian man with an open heart

looking for gold in stacks of hay

he reached the end before the start

I found rusty nails driven by a hammer

deep into the flesh of the dying man

I pressed my ears against his hearts murmur

and watched his life set with the sun

I heard spears savagely sharpened

upon the rocks of that distant hill

whats the worst that possibly happened

for His love to deserve an instant kill

Pain beyond tears, shame beyond despoil

as i saw his blood trickle the dry sands

like a dulcet flower in the burning of soil

his beauty was poisoned by ugly hands

I stand still and promise never to stray

from this vitruvian man with an open heart

who looked for gold in stacks of hay

and by his painful death I was begat!