Poetry Issue 20


Mark Anthony Cayanan

Life will not be affected

Thus from old fevers, the hours have disproved
the able space. Lightning that wells in the veins filled
with cholera. So violent does this stiffening become,
so violent the nervous jaw; the thumb found free

assumes its flexible condition. None of these
unless in my science the mouth, you note, is kept
mercury. The cooling body mistakes anatomy
for error: an eye we use without precision. And

the living wrong me; the coat of the eye is a moist
atmosphere and cannot be overlooked, my friend,
my friend, I will give good and not neglect the signs,
will repair the blister and listen to the skin. If your deep

blue parts are pressed upon, remain so after we have
been turned to. Take this heart, greenish with grievous art.