Archive for March, 2009


Dissection (Ode to Andreas)

March 30, 2009

If we were just the
sum of our parts
I would not stand here
peeling back your skin
to learn your faded mysteries,
the mechanisms of human misery and joy
reduced to physics and chemistry and tables,
as if origins
and attachments
were black and white
and not the eternal question that propels us.

Layer for layer
I see the patterns of my self
in your inner workings yet
I am alive and
you are not.
What invisible piece
beats the rhythm in my chest
that you lack?
If I found it in you I could
put it in a table
and we would all be


Written 13 March 08 – ER



March 29, 2009

Around my neck – heavy –
Like a serpent, to heed
the semi-fractured call
Of another broken symphony.

Nextroom nextroom nextroom nextroom
Patientpatientpatientpatient –
Be patient

Rhythmically slapping
Tapping tip tapping
Slapping and tapping
The rhythm of

At home
my daughter’s heart
beats softly
to the same rhythm.
I imagine how it would feel
To place my hand against
The soft skin of her chest
And feel it singing.

Instead I place my metal ear
Cold against a stranger’s breast
And eavesdrop on a foreign tune
I somehow recognise.


Written 15 Jan 08 – ER