Other People’s Poetry

 
“Marilyn” (excerpt)

by Ooka Makoto

 
Written shortly after the death of Marilyn Monroe

 
Death:
a mirror that
turns the film backward

The sweep of her eye no
longer reaches the dream’s crystal forest.
In the distance,
where the dim flames of death
carry her bed
will she be met by a
gentle white elephant or
a closed lead window?
Hair softly undulating, she
lies now rigid as a washboard
on a dark mirror in which still
quivers a scalpel.

But no scalpel can reach the soul’s truth.
 
 
 

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