Rabu, 27 Oktober 2010

Inscribed Within a Circle






                      
Reaching Inside the Chest Cavity     

          Doctors regard the body with the clinical objectivity 
          Of the familiar, a matter-of-factness which makes 
          Passion dull, and the feeling of being alive neutral. 
          God makes none of us quite perfect, but surgeons, reaching 
          Inside the chest cavity, become like little demi-gods, 
          Tampering with a divine innocence which grew from 
          A tree whose roots go back before time itself. Our bodies 
          Don’t belong to us, of course, and at the end we will 
          Give them up, albeit reluctantly. We will give ourselves 
          Up--to the surgeon’s scalpel, to pain, to chance--as we 
          Gave in to the ecstasy of physical passion. Did we know 
          That the innocence we betrayed, in the loss of our virgin 
          Desire, is the same innocence that longs for emancipation
          From the body--to be free, once and for all, of its 
          Lusts and luxuries?  But it was never ours to give.         

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