He has none, of course.
Appearing to carry one
in the specious recesses
of his homogeneous cells
is just his way of saying
Look, we’re all alike:
we each chew our cow
or our cowslip with the same
raw grin, greet tomorrow
with the same idle threat
of disregard, looking over
our shoulders at our footprints
in the muddle of desire. Like you
I’m normal, tricked out
with darkness seeming to murmur
its undetectable counterpoint
to the beating of my heart,
so perfectly synchronized with yours
you spend the better part
of your life walking through me
into your image of yourself.
do the tricking, just as we