Poetry- Mark Tarren

In Memoriam

Here lies his naked body,
like a baroque Christ.

Long pale arms at his side,
it is not Shakespeare’s Adonis.

Nor is it the carved strength
of Achilles
that sleeps in the papyrus
of the Iliad.

He wanted to have his life
marked upon his body.

To have Homer scar him somehow
with some veined memorial,

for his life’s journey.

Three birthmarks
where his children once lived.

Dark markings beneath
his eyes for the sleep

that never came.

Two ancient cuts in the thighs
for the empty ...


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