Does it matter to you, my head?
For all you know I am brain dead.
Is your only interest skin?
Ah, you don’t care what’s housed within.
Is billowed muscle strength to you?
Blind to its deeds; you just imbue.
Anatomy is what you seek?
Paint the living; the dead reek.
Are you an artist every day?
When hid by canvas, world’s at bay.

