There was no other option,no other salve to ease the pain,
razor blades were not invented yet,
there was no bus approaching under
whose wheels he might fling himself.
Furthermore, his scissors were dull,
so he did what seemed reasonable.
He cut off his left ear lobe.
Feeling better, the next
decision loomed large as to whom
would deserve this precious piece
of himself, this bloodied gift
could only belong to Rachel,
his true love, his despair.
Ear lobe in paper bag, he presented
his love to her on bent knee,
madness circling him, finally
embracing him, silencing him,
delivering peace.
.
Van Gogh's painting Entrance of the Hospital
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