On watching the interestingly-named cartoon 'Epifania' byMichelangelo Buonarroti in The British Musuem.
The holy family and other injuries
Tumbling flesh, the distant expression
Of caresses undressed, made wooden
Ah, seemed, the name of a woman
Through twenty-six skins
Each an eyelid on the edge of sleep
- The display was almost intimate
It haunted the rivulet
Below the cheek.
I saw other
Direct their gaze
As if disconcerted by the blur
Yet I only seemed to see the stir of faces
The pain in every