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Sport 33: Spring 2005

The pathology museum

page 79

The pathology museum

You could go there now,
you could take the corridor
and hair-pin back, enter
the room called hearts.

They are in the dark
there, glass shelf upon
glass shelf, clear pots filled
with small dense lumps

that once knew crimson warmth,
once pumped a body full.


You take one
down, you hold it
in your hands.

Perspex shines.
The muscular
ball is inside.

Threads of edges
waver in fluid:
anemone fine,

grey. The wall
is thick. The scar

is pale. The cusp
will not open or close.