Poetry / A stitch of Anatomy

I am a vertiginous sphere of endless anatomy
—my body, the never-ending
sculpture made out of wood
and metal and stone,
covered in flesh, laced with blood—
and so many fine artists have built me
a crust around the edges,
an impenetrable crust,
crust made of dried flower petals and
thickly drawn musical notes and
bones being farmed from the underground.
So many have built me up on paintbrush stilts
and then have torn me down.
So many have added appendages,
taken away my senses and thrown me into the
icebox to freeze.

Thusly, I am frozen.

I am untouchable.
They can’t touch me.
They don’t know it, but Lord,
I’m gliding with them
beneath their wings.

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February 26, 2006

the_girl_in_the_shadows

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the_girl_in_the_shadows reviewed Version 1 - Read 100%% of the Item

This caught my attention right away and held me throughout the piece. The first stanza was extremely powerful and meaningful—I especially love the part about “bones being farmed from the underground” and the 3 lines preceding it. Great images & metaphors. However, I get a little lost when you jump to “thusly, I am frozen.” I am confused about the connection between this part and the beginning. Maybe if you tighten the connection more it would help, especially since you use the word “thusly” which to me seems to imply a tight and clear relationship. Overall, though I loved this piece.