I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library- Jorge Borges

Friday, 4 February 2011

Under Nature's Law

Her mouth is bloody.
Her shredded tongue sprawls out
Like a birth of worms engaging the birds,
They hungrily tug
And sing O Joyful! Joyful!
Her spine makes a row of eggshells.
Eyes unused, looking like spawn
Looking for tadpoles.

1 comment:

  1. The fleshly images, life as it is, making something beautiful out of the starkly real.