I will give my body to the DJ

I will give my body to the DJ

No matter the saturnine air   I am

            my body is stunning   nuclear

The music is dearlife thislife afterlife beforelife I am the throbbing

            instrument jubilant apocalypse I taste of salt and ash   

                        My feet are blistered vehicles

arms long pale ribbons   ribs strange   harps plucked by the fingers

of mutinous ghosts   I will not stop

            dancing I will not stop being the fastidious pump

the sanguine sting    I am the truculent one   my torso is your circumstance

Sweet demon    it will end like this   in the glowing

                        and prayerful middle  I will know my death

            in the shattered

dark of the notes as they plummet

            drum-pulse  bass-throb  electric-trill  

                         I am the mutiny

           

            O the howling staccato bliss of this    my private sacred symphony






Alicia Fisher, June '12