A man with pictures wants a picture of himself.
An affirmation of his existence.
Is he to be forgotten when he is out of sight?
Is he to be remembered when his song was over?
Is he to be as vaguely felt as he was connected?
Is he to be a barren braze in blackness or blindness?
To be forgotten, would Death have to end him now?
To be remembered, would he have to be a king?