Corpus Christi

by Candy Blue

After Rachel Mann’s ‘Mappa Mundi’.

This is where the lights dim, the screen broadens;

a manifestation of rigour ardent, passion melted

into the superficiality of dream.

 

This is where your fingers graze as thoughts dally

remembering nights where the sand and sea met,

on hushed lips fused.

 

This is where the corpse recalls lost flesh,

gathers vein, membrane, the frayed fibre of bone

into sensation,

 

the men in white cut through, walk in

and hide from us, forming armies between

our fingers and bodies,

 

nolite te bastardes carborundorum:

yet with sharpened steel they’ve made it in

and you haven’t,

 

a story (some lies?) etched in skin.

February, 2016.

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