Not so strange given human nature, Lord Byron's silver drinking cup runaway Ethiopian slave (twisted paean to romance) or Hand of Glory, corpse-fresh from the gibbet & famed forges of France. Hair strands as in under a magnifying glass, then shards of clothing/clods of earth covering a shovel.

The autopsy-necromancy Nazi intrigue, playing polo with your opponent's skull --Carl Sagan's Broca's Brain red-bearded decapitation floating in a cloud of formaldehyde; sale of skeletons/white slavery filthy lucre all in one utilitarian lust for cadavers ... .

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Robber-birds pinioning their prey ... Mania to collect mania to re-collect, shadow-boxing logic rattle his bones he's only a pauper whom nobody owns.

Point Spread Poems — Part 5

(THE TORONTO STAR, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 30, 1985)

Point Spread Poems — Part 5

Bare bones future Medical schools may be facing a bare bones future, thanks to a shortage of skeletons. According to an article in The Medical Post, most anatomy skeletons come from India and the Indian government has placed a ban on the export of human skulls and skeletons. At Queen's University, 500 students share 300 skeletons, four or five of which have to be replaced every year although the head of the anatomy department says the students take good care of them. Anatomists say it would be extremely hard to duplicate the surface details with plastic skeletons but the option may have to be considered.

" ... A universe of ineffable gaudiness spun itself out in his brain ... a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a faery's wing." THE GREAT GATSBY

Perceiving the universe as an orchid stem, wild hibiscus crane & heron breaking water --voyage of elliptical, pea-shaped canoe down dancing images of the underworld.

This temperature charged, climate-controlled glass geode designed to war on moss and stone munching aphid lichens seems everybit as fanciful as any animal totem.

Grim crevice in the rock (animistic female orifice) fertility turtle swollen with eggs carrying Earth thru gorged labours of darting salamander & the spaceman snake.

And coming to that rushing sound, (subterranean, evocative stream) or so Algonkians, pensive & puzzled, paused for a thought encased in deep, riverine bowels.

Glass slipper, blue guitar --Silent Lake with something of wild dimensions in Warsas Caves (Cyclopean boulders), Serpent Mounds, this runic enchantment with glyphs & a cabalistic moon of May.