Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Revision! ~ "Autopsy" by Christopher

AUTOPSY

My slippery virgin heart is ripe,
ta-tumming in the circular gape
I carve. Up to elbow in tripe,

I grip my guts’ tentacles, bare-
handed, wrestle them from a mire
of the living, wavy hairs

that stick to my sides. In tears, I plumb
deeper, desperate to thumb
out the bleating organ (that damn

ta-tumming!), set it on a platter
surrounded by the seeds of cancer
a burlesque of eggs, boiled and bitter.

As the white of the worm
that eats through my sternum.
How empty the body’s become.

How hollowed by a flame.
I worship the flicker that lights the shame.
Hallowed be your name.

There is no heart in a pumpkin-
shaped boy who eats out his in-
sides only to suck on his sin.



Click here to read Christopher's first draft of "Autopsy"

3 comments:

KATE EVANS said...

Wow!! Great revision! The rhythm, the new depth of the metaphor. Powerful.

meg said...

Excellent imagery Chris! I just read your first draft and this last draft together and I can't believe how any improvements you made to this poem. final draft is much more polished and sophisticated. Loved it!

Christopher Hennessy said...

thanks meg and kate!