November 16, 2009
WRITTEN IN SERECOURT Discovered human bones late on a winter’s afternoon, whilst walking amongst the upheaval of the ancient cemetery of Lamarche. To which box beneath the soil do they belong? Or were they once fur-covered?
SO BEAUTIFUL, WITH THE LICHENS ON THE BONE AGAINST THE STONES
SWEETNESS, THE LITTLE SPLITS IN THE SHANK
AND THE LITTLE SNAIL, WHO NEEDS NO BONES AT ALL
AND FROM WHICH APPENDAGE HAVE YOU STRAYED, MY SWEET?
YOU ARE A MYSTERY, YOU FLAT BROKEN FELLOW.
THIS IS NOT A BONE. IT’S THE BROKEN ARM OF JESUS.
SEPULCHRE OH SEPULCHRE, WHICH OF YOU ARE MISSING SOME BONES?
Beautiful.