Karma Circuit

when suddenly i saw among the oil & greasy rags & wheels & axles of a garage the carved nude figures of a classic frieze there above the dismantled parts of cars! perfect! & how strange! garage swallows sarcophagus! mechanic calmly spraying paint on a fender observed in turn by lapith and centaur! flow of unthinking flesh! frank thighs! eyes of aphrodite! the myth of the mediterranean was in that garage where the brown wiry youths saw nothing unusual at their work among dead heroes & gods but i saw hermes in the rainbow of the dark oil on the floor reflected there & the wild hair of the sybil as her words bubbled mad and drowned beneath the motor’s roar