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Anatomy

Man shaped out of mud
And made to speak and love—
Let's stick in him a little whisperer,

A bucket with two holes.
Let's give him the Great Deceiver,
A blood-stone.

A church with a vaulted ceiling
Where the White and Blue Niles meet.
A dog who cries after dark.

Everyone has a heart,
Even the people who don't.
It floats up like a beached whale in the autopsy.

The heart has no sense of humor.
It offers itself piteously like a pair of handcuffs,
And is so clumsy that we turn away.

The past 
Is a quarryful of marble statues
With heads and genitals erased,

But the heart is a muscle made of sharkbone and mutters,
Resting place softened with hay
Where all the cows come home, finally.

Credit


Copyright © 2012 by Monica Ferrell. Used with permission of the author.

Author


Monica Ferrell

Monica Ferrell's second collection, You Darling Thing, will be published by Four Way Books in September.

Date Published: 2012-06-07

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/anatomy