taxography

all-ready

 

a sacked-up

dermis-embalmed

soupy gelatine

of marrow, blood and fat

 

sitting

ecstatically

 

accidentally

prodded

 

the only occasion left

 

flows, shuffles and ripples

in and against itself

sloshing, muffled,

all the way round itself

as one continuous wave,

the perfect dance –

like a spasm of history,

unanchored

                                    moonless

fleshy artefact

of some long since retired modality –

 

now, alone (all-one) produces its own beach

its own music

falling beside itself

to the sound

of the cell-by-cell progress

of its patient decomposition.

 

Carnivalesque

without sea-son.

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