BEACHED!

Down and deeper my legs sink,

 Tight-toes sow into the sand,

Ploughing and cutting into the womb.

Sow-plough-cut and ooze,

Shells, crabs, frogs,

Life bleeding out of the sand.

A sudden wave is a rude slap,

Rushing gathering the life and all,

In a twirl, a swirl and whirl,

Sucked it all,

Like air sucked into a black dot.

My toes untighten and loosened clench,

Empty I am a hole,

And the city dwells in the sea.

THE ANATOMY MUSEUM

Dolls and dolls of bodies ripped,

Fussy cotton poured out in a nest,

Dead, cold and white stare,

Anatomies frozen in time,

Suspended in chloroform,

Ever depressed faces,

 Of little copulated ghosts,

Small heads, large heads,

Chopped limbs, stitched limbs,

In rows and rows they run,

Shelved - an icy process

Of nomenclature, of arrangement,

Twisted, convoluted, distorted contortions,

Entwined masses of flesh-forms,

Fused into each other,

In confused mass,

Beautifully ugly gargoyles,

Grown within and without self,

Dead before life began.