Skull & Moon

It’s rare that anyone ever comes upon a perfect skull
because of the delicate nature of the bone there
The pelvis is more apt to last intact
Odd, that the brain would be less well shielded
when we can do nothing without it

I don’t even have to go into the rest 
of the body
to know how I need to lean against 
things, sometimes, even air 
because the bones tire 
of holding themselves upright

If there were no way to fuck but standing up
there would be less fucking, people too tired to work
against the desire to slump down, lie prone

Sometimes I dream of fucking with my brain
All the barriers down, the skull 
laid aside like a hat, the rest
of the body excluded from 
the pure exchange

& the mouth that would have cried out
hanging somewhere above 
like a moon

Lynne Knight | Kingdom with No Memory
Contents | Mudlark No. 62 (2017)