Pedestal by Marc Rahe

Gold above, she was
red down below. Precious
and gemmed lying ancient

and culturally representative
still amongst the glass
shards even after the case

was broken. The museum cast
as a setting for a martial arts
scene. Bodies shaped by

training to be entertaining
in motion. Metal claw-glove
scratched blood parallels

on a belly. After came
love in a jade gown,
partly. To watch was intimacy

though not an intimacy
the way a scorpion
enters you from within

the boot, or the way
a needle with ink ravages
your skin against the ravages.