The
Body...that public riddle...pricked & pierced & pummeled /
behind glass...behind walls...behind bars...raped & flaunted / teased
&
taunted //
Disguised as rock / disguised as
ash / disguised as death...
begs for bone / for flesh / for resurrection // His
Body... Her Body...Our Body our river / our myth / our private haunting... flares amber / green
then
blue
in this Barcelona dusk // These are her legs...splayed
wide to show us all her gifts...his
frame bent back to strut his tattooed & tinted testicles // These are the twins /
two heads & one torso dancing/
a face floating
free / an anus stuffed with a string of pearls / a tongue slit to expose
an eye
mouth & ear / mute & deaf by turn...arms framed like sitting ducks
/ legs
left...to run alone...
& teeth & lips &
hair & snot & jizz & spit . . . & blood . . . These Bodies . . . This Body /
His Body / Her Body /
Our Body . . . Their . . . Body
