Your body - only
a mass of color - sitting on the floor
doing its nails red
After the smelting
there is a small man-shaped lump
in the bottom of the cauldron
Iron mandrake - it screams
once into the darkness of life
and then vomits its poison on the concrete floor
You have been Midas-ed
if we buried you - the future
would think your heart Antikythera
Your heart is indecipherable as is
paint my toes red as well
my gnarls of gold are cold
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| The Antikythera Mechanism |
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