Lazarus Machine: The Body Frontier

Bones akimbo, metropole musk
to a causal napkin's surface you
dab frequent man razorblade switchback,
mosaic swathed marvelous blood--

would sensitive poetry flow,
like some fresh 5 a.m. snake charmer,



over your tableau of necrotic flesh?

vermillion dreadfully brilliance gauzed-up art does
eclipse a waning frontier of desensitized dream
maladies. A place where images human
lost gathering cells' complex machines to
electronic fanfare fingers.

Clippings of stars to five cryptic points,
locks of hair yellowed to

apotheosis--

glory: The remorse
of old skins.