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The onion is something else

“The onion, now that’s something else.
Its innards don’t exist.
Nothing but pure onionhood
fills this devout onionist.
Oniony on the inside,
onionesque it appears.
It follows its own daimonion
without our human tears.

[…]

Nature’s rotundest tummy
its greatest success story,
[…]
We hold veins, nerves, and fat,
secretions’ secret sections.
Not for us such idiotic
onionoid perfections.

From the poem by Wislawa Szymborska:

The onion is something else

2019, pen and pencil on paper

Available:

Serigraphy 17,5 x 25 cm / Digital Print

*digital print size at your choosing

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