Tuesday, 24 March 2015


 On watching the  interestingly-named cartoon 'Epifania' by  Michelangelo Buonarroti in The British Musuem. 

The holy family and other injuries

Tumbling flesh, the distant expression
Of caresses undressed, made wooden
-          Epifania.

Ah, seemed, the name of a woman
Identity frozen
Through twenty-six skins
Pulled back
Each an eyelid on the edge of sleep
-          The display  was almost intimate

It haunted the rivulet
Below the cheek.

I saw other
Women, men
Direct their gaze
As if disconcerted by the blur

Yet I only seemed to see the stir of faces
The pain in every


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