The Way Her Body Works by Alan Catlin

suggests a dread machine,
directionless, running out of control
like some kind of Golem
summoned from the earth
and made alive with electricity,
impulses that shatter where
they are supposed to create,
a kinetic art form too horrible
to contemplate
The way her body works
suggests primal fears,
a spine of reason tapped
at a vital source too uncomfortable
too hold but not impossible to love
The way her body works
is how a slave is beaten
something broken is never
completely healed and, yet,
regenerates to wound again
The way her body works
is how a child is made
something ripped out of clay
modeled in a mother’s likeness
but imperfect, unlike her,
something hideous to behold,
something that must always be reviled
Come closer and embrace her
as I have and feel
the way her body works

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Alan Catlin is a widely published poet in the US of A and elsewhere. His most recent book is “Books of the Dead: a memoir with poetry” about the deaths of his parents. He is a retired professional barman and the editor of the online poetry zine


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