The Glass Man - Poem by Ananta Madhavan
Transparency is at best a doubtful virtue.
He stands with shameless candour,
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
Lessons in anatomy.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
its medical technology. This popular exhibit prompted my poem, which was published later by an Indian journal.
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