Take this flesh Poem by Erik Spinoy

Take this flesh

and chase it
where it ceases to be flesh.

Sometimes after the glaring projection
a violent remanence occurs

sometimes at first glance there is little to see

sometimes everything cramps up

the inexplicable cramp of the
Martin MAC2000 Performance
machine

and someone's fidgeting with it.

Take this flesh

and give it chase
until it goes beyond itself

till it bursts open fleshless as a firework

and fleshless fades again.

Translation: 2012, Willem Groenewegen