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Poems by Inchiki
Demimorgue
before rigor mortis had set in
i was to insert a gloved hand
and check for a foreign object in the wound
i did not know her true name
but she seemed familiar, like my wife
lain intimately on marble
as my fingers closed on scalpel steel
i thought "she has joined the eternal -
the glass wall has slid between her and us"
though my hands only briefly passed
between those perfect bones and white skin
i certainly felt nothing else
jan 1st 2010