Still-Life...

The canvas was blank
before the brushes
went through their motions
ceased
and left the still-life
in its place

It might be placed
in a fancy frame
It may be committed
to a wall somewhere
Wherever it is left
it will stay there
unmoved and unmoving

The still-live will hang
un-alive and un-dead
as some stop to glance
at the recursive stillness
depicted with such redundancy

It may be removed
or tossed out
but it will only end-up somewhere else
and the still-life
will be there
still
resting

It will outlast
so many moving lives

Remaining still
amidst so much
life and motion
It will hang there for so very long
undead and unmoved

Even the sight of scenes
with ghastly dying things
is so much more vitally alive
than any and every undead still
What horror could be depicted
more hauntingly or sinisterly
than this gallows view
of the still-lives hanging still
on walls, in halls, and so many
vapid faces
everywhere