Bone Marrow English

vanity tiptoeing
on a roe-spawning fish
instead of you
a stark raving PS of the body
faces - fangs
in the belated soaring of
repentance:
fancy work of the bones
never burdened by a soul

whatever you say
death is always appropriate
in foreign parts
lurking like a spider
in a milk drop
on the suede lips of an infant

in commotion
still born masquerades
of the vituperating
branch out in waves
once-demons
once-buddhas
dipping the fingers
in the depth of the cast-iron
remains of the bliss
until golden shine

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