Treasure Island

Ananta Madhavan


The Glass Man


Transparency is at best a doubtful virtue.
He stands with shameless candour,
Indecently attracting
Queue-scorning swarms to view his nudity.
Nor that alone: his cold, sleek body,
Stripped even of its nakedness,
Exposes to the throbbing crowd
The unseen secrets of the shell,
Fossilised with subtle care;
The mummy of a corpse unborn
Inanimately demonstrating
Lessons in anatomy.

Submitted: Friday, April 04, 2014
Edited: Friday, April 04, 2014

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

In 1957, at an international trade exhibition in New Delhi, the German Democratic Republic (East Germany) presented 'the Glass Man' to show
its medical technology. This popular exhibit prompted my poem, which was published later by an Indian journal.

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