NAPKIN: a relative you siesta with ...
ANATOMY ...
(after reading about two playing children being buried by an avalanche.)
Brain burns as phrases burst against skull
when berserk rock grinds petals of a rose
into the jellied smiles of two playing kids
who jockeyed a landslide down to the angels,
waving at their grave a green pail and shovel.
Oh, mouth can utter funny things
when terror claws the heart!
Oh, mouth can kiss and sing
when hate garrottes the entrails!
Eyes cry blind in glistening quiet
when listening flesh hears what eludes ears:
the chill hesitance of caressing fingers
as hunger screws lying deep into dreaming,
like a suckling's jaws dying around nipple.
Oh, hand can write a cheerful line
when grief thickens the throat.
OH, LIMBS CAN INTERTWINE,
AND YET THE LOINS BE LONELY!
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