Spectacular bodies
I do not travel alone toward the anatomical theatre
where the body is read as divine symmetry
The small monkey scratches the examining man’s scalp
and the dog chews entrails through scent strands of violence
The one with me builds his chapel out of Thou-shalt-not
but simultaneously whets the knives on wet grindstones
The criminal is the text that will discover the wonder
when the grave-desecrators furnished Dr Knox with material
The darkness enveloped the vagabonds and homeless
Now they lay instead in the gutter by Tottenham Court Road
In the street of home interiors they furnished their own corner
while the rain dripped in their sealed gazes
a finger pad’s imprint in a uniquely carved pattern
betrayed the presence of bodies that were still warm
Someone walking alongside said: There is no natural religion
before stretching out his hand and asking for change
but his pupil was silent, a doll in constant ground frost
evacuated and homeless the sight-bark was driven out.
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