Incident At Spaces
Posted: 08 Aug 2012, 06:05
Atsushi Takenouchi
unwinds slowly
like a robot keyed up
let loose on a spring.
I tried counting his ribs
outside his ribcage.
One could have drawn
a skeletal diagram.
I could hear the blood
course up and down his spine
along with the contraction
of muscles in his chest—
like a kavadi carrier
poking spears in his jaw and belly.
I hold my breath as Takenouchi
steps from the stage and clings to a tree.
I name all the animals we have seen thus far.
Now I can go home to say
''I found my god in a dance.''
I found my God in a dance
He moved between the branches
of a tree where Chandralekha
might have sipped tea
thus, and walked like Moses.
Atsushi Takenouchi unwinds slowly
like a robot keyed up
let loose on a spring.
I tried counting his ribs
outside his ribcage.
One could have drawn
a skeletal diagram.
I could hear the blood
course up and down his spine
and the contraction of muscles,
in his chest—
like a kavadi carrier poking spears in his jaw
and belly.
I hold my breath as Takenouchi steps from the stage
and clings to a tree, I name.
all the animals we have seen thus far.
Now I can go home to say I found my god in a dance:
I found my God in a dance:
he moved between the branches
of a tree (where Chandralekha
might have sipped tea)
and walked like Moses.
unwinds slowly
like a robot keyed up
let loose on a spring.
I tried counting his ribs
outside his ribcage.
One could have drawn
a skeletal diagram.
I could hear the blood
course up and down his spine
along with the contraction
of muscles in his chest—
like a kavadi carrier
poking spears in his jaw and belly.
I hold my breath as Takenouchi
steps from the stage and clings to a tree.
I name all the animals we have seen thus far.
Now I can go home to say
''I found my god in a dance.''
I found my God in a dance
He moved between the branches
of a tree where Chandralekha
might have sipped tea
thus, and walked like Moses.
Atsushi Takenouchi unwinds slowly
like a robot keyed up
let loose on a spring.
I tried counting his ribs
outside his ribcage.
One could have drawn
a skeletal diagram.
I could hear the blood
course up and down his spine
and the contraction of muscles,
in his chest—
like a kavadi carrier poking spears in his jaw
and belly.
I hold my breath as Takenouchi steps from the stage
and clings to a tree, I name.
all the animals we have seen thus far.
Now I can go home to say I found my god in a dance:
I found my God in a dance:
he moved between the branches
of a tree (where Chandralekha
might have sipped tea)
and walked like Moses.