splendor solis

the manta lies dying
on the little square
blue velvet billiards table
its grey sharkskin hat
our wave goodbye
to all the foul
of the republican earth
you are not our kind
you have no faith
in the pure genius
of womanity

what if the human body
was seen without your tropriapisms?
would it be rendered
as a sharkskin manta
on a blue velvet billiards table?

is the universe a crooked mandala of geometry
forced to become skin (or even metaphor)?

what of the nurse who stands by there
thinking and feeling with her own thoughts
wondering why you stare
at the curious structures of its body
wondering why you have come here at all
when you know nothing of the manta
care nothing of its suffering
and have no inkling
of the levels of the game
which have led to its display
as a victim.

and it is truly shameful
how you have tainted the universal ache
of subtlety
in the service
of mass brutality
and then call it love
and lay it down
to forget it
forever.


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