Empire of Trauma

I have been a bodyon the cutting-room floorsprawling and in shock

someone above me cuttingout my scenes

all my gestures reelinginto unused footage

I have been a bodyof glass and loose-change

fractured and tossedto be swept away

I have been a bodyon the chopping block

seen as piecemealby a smiling butcher

I have been the preypried open

where hides and brokenlimbs mark

the extrovert virilityof the hunter

now I am bothrabbit and magician

from the bottomof darkness, I see

the outstretched handI feel a hand-full of fur

I say, ta da