In still of night that sits pretty
permanently on weaklings week limbs
a scar appears from nowhere
and makes a dwelling firm
on the so far blithe suppleness
You live to die and die living
every look a gash
every touch reconstruct
the untainted sinuous flesh
to be gashed afresh
to die living
* Needless to say Indira inspired it
Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/die-living/
