as it should
the body pushes through,
making motion through a sieve
and the line left slack
catches and knots
the nothing seems hard,
begins to feel like work again.
but blood doesn't move
it catches in bruises
around which all my effort folds in.
to make something true
the body must be staked
and burned and turned out
into ground or ink or soot
a material suitable for work.
oct 9, 2011
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