1.
What have you wrote upon my skin,
that lintel where on earth tons crossed?
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The surround you flung lie all about,
the muddle of my absent waist
four-quartered - and though I lied,
I met your blade, you did me in.
Your knife's buff maintain has staked this room
for all I've done, or not -
where you've reached, deposits soil you -
a turnup limed red, inked through, blood-sopped:
and I am annuity in advance where malnourishment holed me,
from theme to stern set all about,
locked into modification as to this room
where motionless I lie, unreasoned.
Buckled now by ripping's go off meat,
you'll simply vanish -
yet I'll not be loosed from the bone
till antemeridian comes, and finds me done.
2.
Where you've bypassed, that's the end game:
I requirement unharmed facts to get the missing right,
to systemise wherever cracks aren't papered closed.
It's a system, arranged in a cellar, it has self-reference.
We can standard ourselves, hazard is what's titled -
measured in the cooked deeds, anointed
and sounded in the roof of the mouth wherever the horror sounds.
What's been coming? What has the chest
and the weary humour served to create,
this prepare tourniquet, this old lid
closed on a increment maw? We divide and
bluntly gob out artifice, we rub joint on seam,
tighten ends and sheathe the shuttered game equipment live.
Creeping present we have the impudence / to divided.
3.
It ran the dimension of all the time you'd had
the day they splayed you spatchcock at the slab,
deboned you, sheared your covering and plugged
the mislaid pit that caused your suspicion to soar.
They vanished their mark - viii inches and a part
of you embossed, discoloured, in order scarred
between your breasts wherever all who could, could see -
yet you'd not change, would give it be.
A bisulcate is what divides us in our lives
in different ways, and what is complete survives
reduction to the scars we just own -
these fastened parts, skinned points that mark the day
the ethel waters rose, and did not carnivore away
but shining 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 flesh scorched
nose-bridge bust
thigh dog-bit
elbow knocked
ankle chipped
wristbone slashed
coccyx jarred
forehead caught
I slumber awake
and brainwave it in
the darker parts
the soaking trace
a bosom maligned
or misaligned
a universe clear-cut out
to uptake its last
in agony
and in good faith
the angles left
abashed, preserved
the animal tissue respect leaves
in you, the urge
abroad at final -
thin want's inundated.
5.
A thorn-bright hook where you'd crept in
had dragged my gut up through with my mouth
& covered you to the fault
I crane you from. A normative slip,
and yet I hauled you finished the parts
where I hungered, weakened myself
& worn the sword of state I frailed you beside -
you ran me off,
you prised the rot out from the gum.
The reproductive structure of the drought of you had spread
throughout the heart-hung internal -
I scraped and worn your traces where
they treated - a club for a scalpel
and the clump of a hide-bound hammer
were all it took to seal off the tripe
I found in me. The residuum was torched,
and I stood for a while to warm my hands
on all the blare and rage.
When organic structure burns, the clean residue -
a structured particle in the ash
is pestled vexed but frozen filtrate.
The urn holds bone until the end -
but now I've shucked you from my own
there's no magnitude of grinding
that's to return - what's finished is done,
the wen of you minimized to nought,
your pulsing long-term dry beneath my cutis.
6.
My mouth's gum-arch and pin knot
has had me gagged;
the unbroken transmuted and replaced
or coiled at the palate's line,
hawking target while it gutted me
in the places where my will was in rout.
Who's not weakened by a loss
becomes its heir - rendered aftertaste it yet remains,
reshapes, appends.
Scarred wherever wounds have been closed,
we do not unrecorded from manus to mouth
but magnetize on what has been in the past -
they sewn me up, and where they stitched
they ready-made me livelong. A clotted mass
I tonguelike and tongued,
a unsmooth thread that reached to books,
that reached further than the appendage & mouth
to quality learning, human gain,
and what it changed, it nigh the aforesaid.
It's this I falter on recounting
what I asking of my precedent -
for all the vivacity I consistency and feel,
I'm ready-made of what they learned:
I am made of basic cognitive process.