I'll show you silence
says the corpse in the window
his chest sprouting birds
imagine he says, a torn elbow seperating the stairs
or the life of a maggot once his insides hit the open air
chrysomya rufifacies here, he gesturing towards where
once his heart beat...one after another, he laughs
this silence I am speaking of you find as they feed,
I find the movements of deformities...unceasing and exquisite
this he said and his species shook until it was smoke
Chris Mansel
Wednesday, September 08, 2010
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