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