Bone marrow transplant

Au Paris

Brutalised eyes

In a skull

A husk of image

In an empty skin

Thin. Thin.

Skin as tight as light

As shadows

Flicker on a man

With eyes like vipers

Solemn, slow,

The tusks begin to grow

From blood and bone.

Limousines shudder

Yams decompose

Draining the body fluid

Into the sewer beneath.

Tke-tke.

The analysand

Above castle stone

In Normany or Picardy

Thunder rushes to the hills beyond

Too like you to stand these waves

Topographically a Slave State.

Yet, slivers of the skin remain

Under thumb nails

Locked in splintered wood

Falling we hear the drums

Beyond any horizon

Out of step and falling.