REQUIEM FOR THE FEATHERED
To the last of your species, your kind, your kin, your feathered folk of brothers.
You sink your song with ink to skin to scribe the pain of others.
She cares nought, tis worth the pain, aquiver and ecstatic.
For one as her, curse’d lost, who’ll wrest a thrill at any cost, she notes the tone hieratic.
Edition: 25 plus AP's - Signed & Numbered
Size: 61cmW x 48cm Image: 54cmW x 40.5cm
Stock: Arches Velin Museum Rag 315gsm - 100% cotton Rag
Price: $650 NZD - Plus Courier
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