GUILLOTINE
As the metal descends
you anticipate its cold waterfall hitting your nape
The consensual sport of becoming THE ascending cascade
The doting worms who inhabit the wood block
you placed your head on
wriggle into the arena of your ear
Impersonate your idol Suzette
the fire-breathing track star
CHOP!!
Like a thrashing salmon
you’re free
Your athlete’s body is sold
in a thrift shop for freaks
They wear your glory not as idolatry
but as irony
The devil is a talentless DJ
who spins your gilded head on a shoddy turntable.
James Mirarchi
