On the Lines

This is what they’re talking about
A body as large as Mount Meru
Can the heart survive the procedure?
Experiment after experiment
Produced only cast off Frankensteins
Our heart blood incompatible: wrong type
Now, remembering Whitman’s lines
On the body electric
I lay on the power lines
And fuse through the grid
Light zaps white
Nobody home anymore
Centers everywhere, no boundaries.

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