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,
crabgrass, demonstrations,
prisoners in striped coveralls.
Skin
blistered long ago –
homes for the
orphans, crack
doctors to
perform amputations.
“Now we will all
have an
occupation’.
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