Equipotential Bonding
You remember our infantile slicing through
and thrusting up of grass with spades,
and that
ambivalent smack of sublime
at our loot of bewildered worms sucking into themselves in chill
- and here, one a little pulped in our haste - and here
one cut clean up:
your skull,
in all its severable sections,
has me snapping the bones of my thumbs in the glee of a power surge similar.
The rigid root of the neck
and that base section of scalp, to the left -
my throat rams tight;
I sweat at the very remembrance;
matte and bare your metal,
cold and dimple free your form, my fingers
flex and cram
and rip through their nails at your too stiff seams -
your flick switch, your
release catch
keeping hidden;
I adore the torture of losing its location
but there!
Dinted and stainless steel you defeat me;
I peel back your lid
and crackling wires I tug and wrap into my hands,
electricity burnt and dancing with shock nipped ecstasy;
scooping out like fruit this bronchiole mass.
And how the lights in your sockets flicker and spasm;
your split consumer units bursting their fuses -
movement jagged
you jerk you
crack out at my cheekbone with an elbow inadvertent;
your malfunction.
Pocked and stupid now
you flay out fits,
you crumple beneath me;
hammered concave each knobbling spinal segment
and smashed from protrusion to hollow the hips,
you sing with pale scratching lines like the trails of snails
where I sought
and failed
to carve you apart with a hacksaw.