Anatomy

Monica Ferrell

 
Man shaped out of mud
And made to speak and love—
Let's stick in him a little whisperer,
A bucket with two holes.
Let's give him the Great Deceiver,
A blood-stone.
A church with a vaulted ceiling
Where the White and Blue Niles meet.
A dog who cries after dark.
Everyone has a heart,
Even the people who don't.
It floats up like a beached whale in the autopsy.
The heart has no sense of humor.
It offers itself piteously like a pair of handcuffs,
And is so clumsy that we turn away.
The past
Is a quarryful of marble statues
With heads and genitals erased,
But the heart is a muscle made of sharkbone and mutters,
Resting place softened with hay
Where all the cows come home, finally.
 
Copyright 2012 by Monica Ferrell. Used with permission of the author.

Poems by This Author

Poetry by Monica Ferrell
There is nothing beautiful here
Rime Riche by Monica Ferrell
You need me like ice needs the mountain


Further Reading

Poems about the Body
A Hand
by Jane Hirshfield
After tagging the dust your body is made of
by Jen Tynes
Bodyweight
by Matthew Schwartz
Brokeheart: Just like that
by Patrick Rosal
Danse Russe
by William Carlos Williams
Flux
by Afaa M. Weaver
For the Man with the Erection Lasting More than Four Hours
by John Hodgen
Ghost in the Land of Skeletons
by Christopher Kennedy
Guessing My Death [excerpt]
by CAConrad
Headaches
by Marilyn Hacker
homage to my hips
by Lucille Clifton
Human Atlas
by Marianne Boruch
I Sing the Body Electric
by Walt Whitman
In the Surgical Theatre
by Dana Levin
Love Letter to a Stranger
by Jenny Browne
Multiple Man: Guest-starring me & you
by Gary Jackson
My Skeleton
by Jane Hirshfield
Post-Dissertation-Intervention (i.)
by Ronaldo Wilson
Self-Portrait in a Wire Jacket
by Monica Youn
Slight Tremor
by Linda Gregerson
Textbook & Absence (Anatomy)
by Catherine Barnett
The Tongue
by Chris Martin
These Hands, If Not Gods
by Natalie Diaz
With Child
by Genevieve Taggard