a human anatomy lesson
blood marches left right left right
through your capillaries
like sentries on dead graveyard shifts
carrying them back to life
[your heart, they say, is the size
of a fist, so why can’t you take it to
the knock-out round?
why so easy to give out like
a downed fighter in a boxing ring?
it pumps and pumps but what for
when it gets broken by the one you gave it to?]
these are only ruminations -
electrical impulses sent from the brain
put together messily like monkeys
hammering down on typewriters
eventually producing Hamlet. (who
even thought of that ridiculous notion?)
this poem is an equation of the human body
several quarts of blood, a few gasps
for air, one skeleton, a million synapses
what am i trying to do here again?
who am i again?
