Thanks Dreich magazine for publishing this poem (season 5 number 2).
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I
temples are bodies
you tell me
our human-eye’s view
surveys other bodies linked in series
a mountain range
down to heel bursal sacs
can we feel our bodies?
you say they
change when murmurs
(on a churning scale)
trample over them
or is the slaughter a senseless marrow?
II
when hardware and software lose their wires,
bodies know the end of breathing is close
you hear noise
the dooms in the umbra
of a plague’s bite
do we know when foremost cancer cells run?
far from where they first form
in blood or lymph
you see them
forming new tumours /
new semi-bodies
III
the bodies are guarded
when Time stills storms
and the waves of the seas
between are hushed
you pray now
hope is the return to life, the temple