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Falling, falling
In fleeing from the body we fled from hope
We were paralysed with guilt and struck down with fear
Lest we forgot
Lest we forgot
Belsen and Dachau
And Treblinka
And Auschwitz
And Warsaw
And Dresden
And Guernica
And Hiroshima
And Nagasaki
And My Lai
And Cambodia
And Sharpeville
And Watts
And Jacksonville
And Biafra
And Bosnia
And Belfast
And the sordid violence of our own lives
I run my lips across your thigh
Up to where you are hot, moist and naked
You squeal as my tongue penetrates you, hot, moist and naked
Lest we forgot
The tangled bodies of the car crash
And the twisted pain of the martyrs
And the contortions of hanging
And the falling forwards towards the firing squad
And the vivid blue of the electric chair
And the sudden twist of the garotte
And the squalid nature of our own revenge
Squirm as my finger seeks out your ass, describing perfect circles
Until that too penetrates you, hot, moist and naked
The survivors were numbered amongst the dead
Pull my leg across you so that I'm straddling you
My erect cock dangling between your breasts
I groan as you slide your hand round
My balls and pull them into your mouth
The guilt was in being unable to relate to these bodies
The guilt was in turning away
The guilt was in the knowledge that these things happen still
And that all of this is in all of us
Chew on my balls as if they were fruit all the time
Gently stroking my pulsing, aching cock
Lest we forgot
The starving multi-millions
The terror of touch
The distorted and the burnt and the scarred
And the torn and the squashed and the cut
And the forgotten
As you start to come, so do I
You guide my head with one hand, holding me
Onto your cunt so that I am almost suffocated
With the other hand you guide my cock to where it longs to be
Deep in your throat
Lest we forgot
The dying multi-millions
The terror of touch
In coming together we become the bodies of all men and all women both
The silk of thigh
The hair of chest
The sheen of breast
The down of face
The abrupt hardness of nipple
The boniness of shin
The beardedness of chin
The softness of stomach
The irregularity of back
The tangle of form in penetration, cunt, ass or mouth
As I rise, wet-faced, from between your
Legs, you turn me round and we kiss
"For you," you say, as my sperm slides from your tongue into my mouth
"For you, the sacrament is complete"
Too many to respect
Too many to feel
Too many to know
Too many to remember
Fuck me and fuck you
We didn't want these bodies
We turned from them because they meant too much
We hid away because it mattered too much
We were frigid in our guilt
Impotent in our inexpressible rage
But there was nothing we could do
The only salvation was to fuck the pain away
The people cry, "The people! The people!"
But it is the people who cry
The mirror turns to itself and is afraid
We wanted to be human, forgetting we'd been born that way
We institutionalised guilt because we couldn't handle our own
We parodied, we borrowed, we deceived
We held up misty mirrors and claimed new vision
We claimed everything as our own
All the mirrors became misty
Who is to know otherwise?
This is the only light we will ever see
The only body we will ever possess
This is the only chance I've got
My light, my body, my chance
I shall fuck the pain away
My absolution is in the flesh
Lest we forget
So, is the miracle now performed?
Is the grey matter that was horizontal time now cut from my brain?
Am I now nothing? No thing?
I was promised a knife, has it left its mark?
Am I cut about?
Is there blood on the table?
Can I feel the scar?
How deep the incision?
With no past or future, what is my reference point?
None
I lift my arms in jubilation
I do it, see, out of absolutely nothing I can do it
I may never feel again
The flesh of my face creasing into a laugh
My nipples hardening in the cold
My legs aching from hillside walks
My eyes stinging with tears
My temples throbbing with tiredness
My ears collecting the soft breeze
My chin resting upon my hand
My neck stretching to capture the last rays of the sun
My shoulders bruised from carrying sacks of coal or wheat
My chest expanding in the desert air
My stomach curling as I sit
My ass pushing against my trouser seat
My knees cracking as I run
My feet touching the soil
My fingertips touching other bodies and
Realising extensions of my own in and out
Routeways to the physical world
Feeling my body
In bathing and running
Walking and sleeping, standing and sitting
Loving and just living in and out
Routeways to the physical world
Knowingness in all these landscapes
In all the buildings, in all the structures
In all the places of the earth
And right here, right now
In and out
Routeways to the physical world
It cannot be taken from me
And what, pray, if it was?
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