The Body Changes Without Any Warning
Beneath the fractured skull, tectonic plates shift,
Or so geological metaphors claim.
Everything is physical, with unseen fluids
Coursing through the body, even air in the lungs.
The lungs are flatulent wings hidden inside
Sunken breasts, stalactites in a cave of winds.
Embodiment’s a natural mummification,
Cocoon preservation of imprisoned corpses.
Fossils in tightly clenched fists of rock
Fuse lava with water to shape an image.
How noble to be sloughed-off lizard’s skin,
Chic as boots for riding through the wilderness.
[Disposable Poem January 5, 2014]
Iannis Xenakis – Metastasis (Spectral View)