“Masuimi” by Peter Magliocco

Give us all the raving beauties
with open minds & bodies
waxing hot in living colors,
seen only in hip galleries
for semi-comatose artists' models

Displaying the pinnacle of Botox
ruling your sun-flayed skins --
prelude to pixel-flesh heavens,
in homage to testicular tissues
(& many unresolved issues

From a body-crumbling mass
overwhelming old mind/spirit)?
Give us your last breath,
Masuimi -- give us 
(in tawdry splendor)

The exaltation of your rose's body,
now a rootless essence, what loving
spleen still exudes in cool-noir shadows
emblazoned by your neon flower
a child's grief absorbs in memory:

The jewels, the rings, all the rich
B & D couture of your Cleopatra corpse
these forensic eyes & fingers
now caress, revealing you forever
for an audience of chic starving cannibals