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Inspired by directing 'Vincent In Brixton' by Nick Wright and so immersing myself in Vincent Van G's life...

THE DEATH OF VAN GOGH

Me_cafe_rougeby Jake Murray24 Sep 2014

DEATH OF VAN GOGH

A man sat by a fire
   at the gates of eternity, 
fists 
clenched before his face,
         body blue,
eyes despairing behind
fingers closed
              to sight.

He fired the gun,
disturbing the rooks 
       that fled from the field
where he painted.
Sun and wind had not 
       calmed him this time
as they had before. Not dead.
Astonished as the wound
   opened like a flower,
looking up 
               to the sky 
                   for the light,
   gasping in pain, 
             but no answer.

He walked home,
bleeding. Only
 two days left, life
       unravelling before him,
mixtures of pain and anger, 
disappointment,
      sense of exile and things
failed, poverty, 
         cruelty and love, such love
               as caused his hands
 to burn in flames.
               Deliverance,
sometimes, days when the sun
      suffused everything, room
filled with something pulsing
            too painful
                 for eyes to bear,
room pulsing with it now,
 red and gold like the ochre
              blood draining from him
                            now.

Brother was there
             by the window, by
the bed, talking to him. 
             waiting. Image
of his face coming and going
    with breaths. Final words
         spoken simply:
"This sorrow will never
                        end."