In memory of Francis Bacon (1909-1992)
A light-bulb hanging from the doom of heaven,
Its wiring: human sinew twisted together
The truth. As you came closer to your only other inevitable
(not bottomless vacant-eyed sex), your cheeks came down
Against your nose: fetal wings. Your eyes: goblin uncompassion.
Your mouth in a black and white photograph: a moment’s abyss.
Come back to me as you were that first
Bright summer’s day, so beautiful with your
Don’t be human. Come back.
From Leeya Mehta's chapbook 'Towers of Silence' (AARK Arts, 2004)