delicate machine
March 16, 2012
Few words can lighten
the cross of changes,
disentangle wires
without light
nerve ends shred when
Mercury does this
when it works, the body
is a del
icate machine
each of its parts
movable, the fragile
mechanics operate
invisibly, robotic
unpredictable energies
heating water to
the temperature of
your name
and when he returns, I
will have much to say
all the knots to un
ravel pages of thought
repressed now by silence
and gesture, a shut
down of sound
© 2012 Tahminah Zaman
