Ear - His Name Is Alive

Dear friend

As I write this letter

I hope you are okay

There’s something on my mind today

I thought you’d like to hear

Eighteen Eighty Eight

Twelve Twenty Third

He gave her his ear

«Guard this object carefully»

And then he disappeared

A trail of blood led to his room

They found his body there

Razor in his right hand

He sliced through his left ear

Started high at the back

Hacking downwards fast

Left the upper ear attached

An ugly fleshy flap