1.
What have you wrote upon my skin,
that beam where on earth lashings crossed?
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The surroundings you flung lie all about,
the clutter of my nonexistent waist
four-quartered - and conversely I lied,
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I met your blade, you did me in.
Your knife's chromatic allege has staked this room
for all I've done, or not -
where you've reached, deposits uncleanness you -
a overlap limed red, inked through, blood-sopped:
and I am rent out where drive holed me,
from word form to stern ordered all about,
locked into demise as to this room
where still I lie, unreasoned.
Buckled now by ripping's grim meat,
you'll simply fade away -
yet I'll not be loosed from the bone
till morning comes, and finds me through.
2.
Where you've bypassed, that's the end game:
I necessitate complete facts to get the lacking right,
to systematize wherever cracks aren't papered slam.
It's a system, ordered in a cellar, it has self-reference.
We can code ourselves, stake is what's named -
measured in the boiled deeds, anointed
and plumbed in the palate where the horror sounds.
What's been coming? What has the chest
and the measured body fluid served to create,
this prepare tourniquet, this darkened lid
closed on a broadening maw? We detach and
bluntly gob out artifice, we rub joint on seam,
tighten ends and cloak the closed bubble live.
Creeping present we have the cheek / to pronged.
3.
It ran the physical property of all the beingness you'd had
the day they splayed you spatchcock at the slab,
deboned you, sheared your skin tone and plugged
the mislaid opening that caused your suspicion to kick.
They disappeared their mark - viii inches and a part
of you embossed, discoloured, nattily scarred
between your breasts where all who could, could see -
yet you'd not change, would give it be.
A cleft is what divides us in our lives
in differing ways, and what is intact survives
reduction to the scars we almost not own -
these bent parts, skinned points that mark the day
the waters rose, and did not carry away
but bright 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 sleep awake
and brainstorm it in
the darker parts
the wet trace
a bosom maligned
or misaligned
a span improved out
to uptake its last
in agony
and in polite faith
the angles left
abashed, preserved
the flesh admiration leaves
in you, the urge
abroad at last -
thin want's afloat.
5.
A thorn-bright catch wherever you'd crept in
had dragged my gut up through my mouth
& covered you to the fault
I windlass you from. A banner slip,
and yet I hauled you finished the parts
where I hungered, attenuated myself
& frayed the slam I frailed you near -
you ran me off,
you prised the rot out from the gum.
The flower of the shortage of you had spread
throughout the heart-hung internal -
I injured and worn your traces where
they stained - a club for a scalpel
and the clump of a hide-bound hammer
were all it took to calk the tripe
I found in me. The breathing space was torched,
and I stood awhile to warming my hands
on all the rumble and choler.
When physical structure burns, the prepare lees -
a structured chip in the ash
is pestled awkward but motionless lees.
The urn holds boney until the ending -
but now I've shucked you from my own
there's no amount of grinding
that's to whip - what's through is done,
the wen of you shrunken to nought,
your undulation endless dry below my skin texture.
6.
My mouth's gum-arch and pin knot
has had me gagged;
the grumble transmuted and replaced
or twined at the palate's line,
hawking aim spell it gutted me
in the places where my will was in crowd.
Who's not vitiated by a loss
becomes its heritor - rendered hint it yet remains,
reshapes, appends.
Scarred where on earth wounds have been closed,
we do not subsist from paw to mouth
but game of chance on what has been back -
they sewn me up, and where on earth they stitched
they made me complete. A thick mass
I tongued and tongued,
a rough strand that reached to books,
that reached further than the hand & mouth
to human learning, human gain,
and what it changed, it gone the selfsame.
It's this I pause on recounting
what I asking of my earlier period -
for all the life I feel and feel,
I'm made of what they learned:
I am ready-made of learning.