The memory of this day’s evil
Like a meatstall covered with flies.
Soul–flown through the open window.
Heart, too, chewed like a dog’s ball.
There’s a boot lifted above us all
As in a children’s book:
An army boot studded with nails
While the ants down below are scurrying.
O Cordelia, my name is Lear. My name is
Primo Levi. I sit naked between
The open window and the dark TV screen,
My hands and sex bathed in the fires of the evening.
Image: Kentridge, William. “Drawing from Stereoscope.” 1998-99. Charcoal, pastel, and colored pencil on paper. Museum of Modern Art, New York.