Thursday, September 1, 2011

My Body is a Temple



Lyle Tuttle crafted his art;
A fish on my back, embossed…
Years later this body, my temple
Is akin to a bombed out mosque.

A lasting statement of my youth,
The tattoo once made me unique…
Now fish gasp for air at the surface,
The Koi pond has sprung a leak.

Unlike an ancestor’s painting,
That remains on the estate’s wall…
Mr. Tuttle’s art gets buried!
The collector keeps it all.

2 comments:

  1. Shouldn't "collector" be capitalized? (God?)

    AA

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  2. Except for the unbeliever the worm is the collector. I wonder why unbelievers don't capitalize "worm." For unbelievers, the Sperm is the Alpha and the Worm is the Omega. You could write a poem about that.

    AA

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