Michael Akillian: Self portrait
His entire body is a stenciled crate
in which he ships his heart
from freighter to port
through the world.
It is designed
to get through Customs;
secret compartments hold
a young girl’s embrace,
hailstones from Moosehead Lake,
gyroscopic love, discarded rules
and other compartments of great capacity
that echo with the thud of stamps
and labels and the cursing of workers
as the crate shudders off its pallet
towards whatever is scribbled on
the crumpled and illegible bill of la[n]ding.
This poem is part of the volume entitled "The Eating of Names", published by Ashod Press, 1983. It is reprinted here by kind permission of the author.
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