Elbows, then shins,
The calves, the back of knees
& trunks spread as Elms in our
own wild fire Ebolas,
those fevers of scarlet where
red rivers flowÖ
Love, what poisonous rash
This time has come?
I turn your lesions like a half
Created sculpture.
I turn your scabs back to the
Smooth skin where no sores
Seem a possibility
Though scores & scores pass:
An orifice conjunction.
Father, Mother, how the gloved,
The suited. the bagging, descend
Like astronauts for the moon's
Darkest side.
Tell them to count all, to leave out
Not a one. Tell them I was your son,
You, my parents, he, my friend,
My lover once when the thought
Of pox was just about chickens
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