The physical act of making love
Is violence
And in that repeated violence of love
His and hers: machinery of life synchronizes
Spinning faster and faster
To that point of singularity
Explodes a boundless ocean of ecstasy
The channel floods
The snakes released
Receiving the swimming in
They search blindly
For the fabled planet
One eventually penetrates
Through to the core
Brought with it half of God’s message
Fusing with the other:
Split and unite!
Thus it is spoken
And the words come true
The conquered planet divides
Multiplies
Folds and unfolds into a five-petal flower
Of head, arms and legs
Squeezed and delivered
Screaming to the new world
So, the heart beats
It grows
So, the heart beats
Like a drum
As life marches on
Around the motifs of feeding and fighting and fleeing and fucking
To the rhythm of fear and anger and elation and despair
Through the journey of birth and ageing and sickness and decay
Onwards
The heart beats
It decays
Craving and clinging desperately
As life marches on
To the beating of the drum
To death
The baby descends grasping; the dying ascends releasing
And then with a last sigh
It gives itself up
Totally
There’s nothing to be brought along
For the body returns to dust
The body returns to dust.
the madman speaks 