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| cadaver art by Gunther von Hagen |
Gadfly
and Overnight Mortuary
in
pinged then
bell
whistled cycles
we
became
a
ten penny arcade
we
pinned
felt
patches and
kneaded
emotions
onto
the cadavers
we
spaced out
all
the odd poems
and
attractions
we
had made up
from
the jumbled nebula
of
magnetic words
we
placed a few years back
on
the front of the instrument cabinet
that
stood right next to the examination table
it
was on these occasions
when
we dealt with multiple trauma victims
and
many expiring with age, at once
we
wanted our lodgers
to
know at least
a
fleeting glimpse of clarity
we
wanted
some
divine piece
of
humanity
running
through
their
cold bodies
at
goodbye
we
said
they
once
breathed
life
their
rose skin
was
full of clarets
and
chaos was how
love
got in
we
only wanted to laugh
with
them as if they were
still
alive with a view
mastering
the slide
under
other people’s skins
we
wished they knew
how
much
being
dead
they
were into
EJR
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