Bone marrow transplant au Paris

Brutalized eyes in a skull

A husk of image

In an empty skin

Thin.Thin.

Skin as tight as light

As shadows flickering

On a man with eyes like vipers.

Solemn, slow, the tusk begins 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 Normandy 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.