Glory

You want to be aerodynamic,
with muscles you did not know you had
under stainless steel –
an aeroplane, a submarine –
scalpels and glitter
in your cyborg dream.
Your evolution ballet
towards
The celebrity deathstyle –
I will show you
how an emperor discards the flesh –
a standing puzzle
where you don’t know
which piece is joy
and which is pain.
I will show you how a queen dies
with a spine broken
from the inside
and a quicksilver lover
on her mind –
Never with a whimper
Never with a sigh.

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