Gertrude Stein from Paris, 1940
I became a fish tank,
a typical Thanatos pattern
at the peak of its range.
How long the clamouring lasts!
Deep fractured landscape –
form transposed, the incidental
the body falls weeping for,
that makes us hate,
steering wheels obviously
the least expected parts. A man
takes his breath, bladderwrack,
prisoners in striped coveralls.
Skin blistered long ago –
homes for the orphans, crack
doctors to perform amputations.
“Now we will all
have an occupation’.