The Pope of Morgues

The Pope of Morgues

according to legend, had 

three ears--on his 

forehead, between shoulder blades

and one well-hidden

betwixt his 
scrotum and anus. 

With one he 

eavesdropped 

on the thoughts of others, another

their desires

and the last, their dirty needs. 

So much increase, blizzard of pulses, unholy

and merely natural 

life--always an earful in triplicate. 

Listening 

to the radiant gears

of men and women

in every possible frightening florid combination,

he would shake to be dead again

and, overcome, try to plug them. Oh man 

to be silent again

and not have to receive them! But as

   none know, equally 

according to steep legend,

he only had one finger per hand

and straining to reach as he could

could only manage at 

any one time 

to plug two of them. And in 

that way, contorted, 

learned to 

believe on one wavelength 

like a genuine human. 

His excommunication into oneness, 

like the sex lives of rocks

or single digits,

was ludicrous. 

Moving from ear to ear to 

ear ear,

plugging it just for the love of it. 

But also to say, 

for the feel of it:

here.