Thursday 25 June 2015

and the

the snake bites the deer
as it grazes in the shade.
and the sweating mothers labour us,
wailing,
into the world.
and the bag of blind kittens is tossed into the sea
where the fish dies in terror
in the entrails of the whale,
and the whale dies in terror,
barnacled,
beaching,
in the holiday sun.
and the light fades in the eyes of the impotent tiger,
and the beauty of the flowers is a ruse,
and the butterfly's joy doesn't last,
and the lovers' embrace is uneven,
and the teeth rot in the mouth while the dentist plays golf.
and the lepers know horror,
and the sperm stains your underpants,
and the metamorphosis of the breasts
marks the time








this is pretty derivative, drawing heavily on a few lines of prose from the short story Simon Magus by Danilo Kiš 

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