Ancient Poem from 2010

Secrecy

Secrecy, (by jude fleming, london ontario)

March 12, 2010 6:22 pm

There is something seductive about a secret

Like a voluptuous woman

Dancing with seven veils

Mystery — “my-story” configures

Has the feel of eros, alluring

A taste spicy and unfamiliar, like temptation

whets the appetite to know

to touch, to coax a revelation

as if privilege were platinum

In matters of war, torture-secrecy has different enticements

but for the Sensates — those who see apriori

the broken figure beneath the veils —

it repulses, recapitulates,

broadcasts horror and hollowness — an interior cave

Torture-Secrecy, like prostitute

Transactional intimacies exchanged

Conjugal sharing of security intelligence

Trafficking in human cargo

Disappearances unscripted — snuff films

It is understood:

Sell us your secrets

Guard our secrets

Let us be friends, comrades

before our nations; before all nations

Let us keep this pretense

of wholesome friendliness

Role models; supermodels.

Victoria’s secret indeed.

As veils hover, dance

and eventually peel from flesh —

now burned, maimed, disfigured beyond recognition —

Secrets animate like horror films

Reminiscent of nightmares

Characters collapsed;

disfigured beyond belief.

It is the nature of the Sensates

to recognize the human beneath the pretty camoflage —

the delicate, incandescent lingerie-wisps of colour cannot cloak the stark,

trembling reach of a Survivor —

one extraordinarily ordinary

whose wholeness and holiness feel vague, yet palpable

whose fragility, fine as porcelain,

whispers promises of healing.