from Chroma – a sequence on colour pigments
Red bloom on the napkin.
The blade. Polished. Lethal as mercury.
A pomegranate. One long incision
clean and caesarean. So he recalls
spilt drops in foam, and the rouged
skins glowing like cheekbones.
Small town in Spain. A walled garden.
The strange seed flayed in the flyblown dust.
A boy-god’s genitals
the blooded stones.
Cybele’s crouching, sob-wracked moans.
Grand passion and its aftermath.
Still life. Dumb paradox.
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