The Exhibit

The curator-led the varied group, 

Through the many different exhibits. 

The group followed with interest piqued, 

For the exhibit waiting was newly procured. 

It claimed to astonish even the most mundane, 

Grotesque it was, but invoking perhaps more, 

A chill spreading down your spine was part. 

Tendons  stretched connected it all together, 

The masterpiece, the last its artist created. 

In a monotonous tone, the explanation began, 

"Once it was all part of a whole, as we were, 

During this it was approached by a troubled friend, 

Sought for something while giving a part of it, 

Thus the first fingers were cut with the tendon intact, 

The pain had to exist and thus the incompletion. 

Wailing friends and distressed lovers took more. 

Hands and legs were sacrificed for strangers. 

Finally, the neck snapped for an enemy ruthless. 

Thus the exhibit created over the years, 

Forgotten by all interacted, except the artist, 

Who with his last breath created the art"

The crowd slowly crawled by the sight, 

Reading the nameplate on the way, 

And on it said, " The People Pleasor Preserved".