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Shrill antennae of hurricane
Worry the roof. The spray drifts in the wind. Yesterday, I swam Adrift in the sponge-bath sea. In the laboratory, Clotted blood and faeces - The interminable variations Of human shit. Coral, cowrie, a South-sea sun. The spray drifts; Flies, mosquitoes, Die in the drift. Faeces swirl in the selenite. A coloured boy swings a machete Idly by the roadside, Dark face, white smile. His blood burns in the incinerator, Bubbles and burns. A flare of blazing diesel. Urine, faeces, blood. Colonies of strep and staph Melt and fall to embers. Overcast, undercast, Clouds mounting, mounting. Stormwarning. Stormwarning. A fever scratches my scalp. The boy with the machete smiles And his blood boils. Long chains from a soldier's ear String out under the microscope. My face floats in the water, Breathing the other elements. My hands scan the currents of the reef, Scan murder - And handful of dead things Goes into the boiling water. A fish-stink fills the laboratory. Fungus, fever, blood and shit. The pump in my hands Spreads insecticide, Spreads a fine mesh of death in the wind. In the wind, Nausea, giddiness, blurred vision And liquid shit. Worms writhe in the selenite, White night-crawlers. Atele, Atele, Atele beach, Hollywood-tropical. The radio writhes; Voices bubble underwater, drowning. |
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