view from a car park #2: The Body


The Body


Gather close.

When held up to the light, these capillaries

Fool the eye.

Although once engorged, their viscosity lessened

To leave a most delicate cityscape, bird-skull brittle,

A mess of empty tubes, roads of filigree stitch,

A new network for another life, built

By tiny human hands.


Let me spread this wider, show the map

Of coronary cartography built on air

Filled in by dust-fine dry papyrus

Buried beneath contracted tissue

And pulsing: Once, twice.

Then stopped.

This crackling fern bone, this bracken

Tightly wound for miles and hidden

In a box,

To sip, to gulp at that which

Flows between our old hands.

About Benjamin Norris

Published writer of short stories, long stories, poems. Well received art critic and cultural commentator for Berlin magazines. Collaborator with operatic societies. Co-writer of fictional historic psycholinguistic journals. Lecturer of architecture and art history at a Budapest University. View all posts by Benjamin Norris

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