Friday, August 31, 2007

Heather Harmon Streaming




Autopsy (2005)
Nothing, not even a picture of a corpse,
helped us modest.

EM Cioran
()
Bodies are beautiful,
rooted in the mud with gentle memory irrefutable. Corpses
phalanges whose
are gifts and they seem to eternity.

pity that the meeting with them
-so docile, so imperfectly-
materials be sustained under the folds of books
all prohibited.

"If a man guilty of capital offense
,
has been executed and he hung on a tree,
his body will not let pass the night in the tree;
wise bury him that day, because a hook is
a curse from God.
So you do not defile the land
the LORD thy God giveth thee for an inheritance "
(Deuteronomy 21:22)

A corpse is unclean, the unspeakable. Damn
in which any party concludes accused of pain.

"He who touches its carcass shall be unclean until the evening"
(Leviticus 11:24).

And that long afternoon inadvertently founds a likeness
it is that we look, as you look.
why the body should be buried.
Lest we kneel his putrid and eager armor.


()
We have been so often punished.
By looking back,
sales in a vacuum. Fear prevents

remain with the meat stopped, breathing
a body that is dropping.

A corpse is the hasty assumption of sin.
love a body, but little
death looming over him,
we throw it away, forget it.

No matter how vast was the time desired.

Those who have stayed with the corpse, sleepless
harassed by the fog, acknowledged the sting
paramount.

His exile is forever, the gap, the impossible
alibi.

The body must return to the thirsty, pour
his desert.


()

occurred in Atlanta during the early summer setbacks.
A girl of twenty-two months old
spent at least five days frolicking around
decomposed corpse his mother.

Miracle is the name of the girl. Miracle
the precipice, his unguarded skin.

The police found a Sunday night.

The Atlanta Journal Constitution reported that the girl
endured this task
speared by a few foods that reached a closet, not far from the corpse
which raged no longer touch.

Lawarna Stevenson, mother, died of torture
natural, according to the autopsy.
warned the family that took up little of the girl, as if such complaint

we substitute the insults of so many displaced hours.

After two days in the hospital,
Miracle, loss of future helmet hell
was given in custody to the father.


()
A body decomposes almost twice as fast
in the air than when it is driven into the water.
and decomposition in contact with air
is itself about four times more steeply when the body
happens underground.
depth clemency poured in the flesh, certain safeguards
umbilical pronouns.

The first cells to die are the neurons of the skin
still survive one more day, resist the uterus
few months.

is not true that nails and continue to lengthen hair,
for more beautiful and glaciers that had been his forgetfulness.

The language could transmigrate mouth,
the liquor of the lungs to be expelled by all the loops.

bacteria in the stomach arise
not await the triumphs of the funeral;
the pancreas has the portent of devouring itself.

Also in his latest body
gentle blue-green emitting gases, insolence

exaggerated to a size that has been the trickle of infamy.

Not only hosts lash home:
bumblebees and worms respond to the call. Poor

brown meat, repeated Yesterday, oozing tiny
conclusions!

After a year, are just bones and teeth,
with any trace of clinging fabric.
And a tear from their relatives, only one-, sulfur
, venerante.

bones still half-century delay in taking minutiae.

The suspect beef is earthy, but alludes.
Her waist is inside the sapwood
wretched fear. Therefore
not named here the soul, the bat transitional
nest in the salt, reckless
thundering by on the horns of the chest, trying to thrash
which denies
sink the heat up early in the pit.

So much has to whip the body in his game? How
length remake of his tyrannical immobility? It seems
betting on a future beauty
the contradiction of the joys.

Sorcery miasma extended a trail.
That we have been. That will be.
What we see and gangrene, which admitted
palabrones lime. Ceremony
faded again and forever. Trailer
relieving the duties of eternity.

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