I Am One, I Am All

A naked corpse lies
on the museum platform
Bronze skin
cracking like old clay
Lights hang high
illuminating scabs and rot

It’s my corpse

Thick red-wine blood,
eye pupils fade into ghost-grey
Green stems rise from open holes in his
chest, fingers, arms, thighs
reaching the ceiling lights
Sunflowers rising,
nurtured by motionless veins

The green grass gave me birth
My brown body births the world



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