After all
the seeing’s
in the looking

You can look
look at art, really
look, take
the time

Who this, why that
yes but not Now
but Soon

Pff! Stop all this fussing!
Find some steady ground.
Plant your feet, head high.
Now, grab those ribs
pull, rip, tear that flesh
breasts asunder.

Call out to the world
gather them all around, close.
Hear their wheezing breath.
Smell their hair as they peer in wonder
at your throbbing, pumping, glistening heart
dancing its sadness, wailing its joy
twisting its confusion.
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© 2009 Nancy B. Knowles