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As a door opened to a darkened room
through which light pours a pinhole,
revealing a first and second step

It rarely shows a fifth or sixth—
certainly not the room's rear wall
where cabinets cradle the pickled fetus...

As deeply as the pit is dug
it must go deeper. Not to clams
or springs, but blackness beloved.

Though dolphins sport by the bow
where stouthearted sailors praise the wind
(and sometimes the leopard, the vine enclustered)

the arteries of every earth
pump the blood
to explode the cancerous cell.


© Dan Goorevitch, 2003