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.