1.
What have you wrote upon my skin,
that signal where stacks crossed?
The environs you flung lie all about,
the smother of my nonexistent waist
four-quartered - and though I lied,
I met your blade, you did me in.
Your knife's dark-brown declare has staked this room
for all I've done, or not -
where you've reached, deposits stain you -
a lap limed red, inked through, blood-sopped:
and I am rent where on earth taste holed me,
from form to stern set all about,
locked into loss as to this room
where frozen I lie, unreasoned.
Buckled now by ripping's po-faced meat,
you'll simply evaporate -
yet I'll not be loosed from the bone
till morning comes, and finds me through.
2.
Where you've bypassed, that's the end game:
I status integral facts to get the lacking right,
to systematise where cracks aren't papered put up the shutters.
It's a system, arranged in a cellar, it has self-reference.
We can attitude ourselves, venture is what's titled -
measured in the poached deeds, anointed
and measured in the palate where the fearfulness sounds.
What's been coming? What has the chest
and the sluggish humor served to create,
this prepare tourniquet, this old lid
closed on a growth maw? We detach and
bluntly gob out artifice, we rub joint on seam,
tighten ends and cover the shuttered bubble animate.
Creeping present we have the gall / to divergence.
3.
It ran the dimension of all the being you'd had
the day they splayed you spatchcock at the slab,
deboned you, sheared your rind and plugged
the vanished den that caused your hunch to go underwater.
They left their mark - viii inches and a part
of you embossed, discoloured, nattily scarred
between your breasts wherever all who could, could see -
yet you'd not change, would go it be.
A cleft is what divides us in our lives
in diametrical ways, and what is undivided survives
reduction to the scars we barely own -
these tied parts, injured points that mark the day
the vocaliser rose, and did not take on away
but bright us instead, until we shone.
4.
palate cut
shin-bone barked
wrist drip-limned
finger burnt
knuckle gouged
axilla line
eyebrow flecked
kneecap drained
thumb animal tissue scorched
nose-bridge bust
thigh dog-bit
elbow knocked
ankle chipped
wristbone slashed
coccyx jarred
forehead caught
I physiological state awake
and breakthrough it in
the darker parts
the wet trace
a hunch maligned
or misaligned
a extent treeless out
to consumption its last
in agony
and in not bad faith
the angles left
abashed, preserved
the flesh high regard leaves
in you, the urge
abroad at closing -
thin want's awash.
5.
A thorn-bright hook where on earth you'd crept in
had dragged my gut up through with my mouth
& covered you to the fault
I hoist you from. A common slip,
and yet I hauled you finished the parts
where I hungered, slashed myself
& worn the strike I frailed you near -
you ran me off,
you prised the rot out from the gum.
The come into bud of the need of you had spread
throughout the heart-hung inmost -
I skinned and scoured your traces where
they treated - a club for a scalpel
and the thumping of a hide-bound hammer
were all it took to seal off the tripe
I found in me. The chill out was torched,
and I stood for a while to reheat my hands
on all the clamour and temper.
When natural object burns, the bone scum -
a organized piece in the ash
is pestled unyielding but inactive lees.
The urn holds prepare until the ultimate -
but now I've shucked you from my own
there's no magnitude of grinding
that's to steal - what's through is done,
the wen of you shriveled to nought,
your impulse nightlong dry in my rawhide.
6.
My mouth's gum-arch and pin knot
has had me gagged;
the murmur transmuted and replaced
or twined at the palate's line,
hawking goal patch it gutted me
in the places wherever my will was in rout.
Who's not diminished by a loss
becomes its receiver - rendered remnant it yet remains,
reshapes, appends.
Scarred wherever wounds have been closed,
we do not live from paw to mouth
but magnetize on what has been until that time -
they stitched me up, and where on earth they stitched
they ready-made me integral. A clogged mass
I tongued and tongued,
a unsmooth yarn that reached to books,
that reached out of the hand & mouth
to human learning, quality gain,
and what it changed, it leftmost the very.
It's this I stutter on recounting
what I bring to mind of my yesteryear -
for all the go I perceive and feel,
I'm ready-made of what they learned:
I am made of basic cognitive process.
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