Desecration

This entry is part 22 of 51 in the series Une Semaine de Bonté

 

Page 22 of Max Ernst’s Une semaine de bonté

A cat with a bone does not
mindlessly gnaw; he masticates.
A bone can be a mastiff,

a mascot, a masquerade. A bone
outside the body might be lonelier
than God, that gelded erection.

If so, salute! In the life of a soldier
there are many companions, but
no one so intimate

as the enemy. Your heart has
a special way it catches
just for him. Bulldozing

his burial ground shows
your undying passion.
Whose bone is it now?

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