Marat To His Audience

Marat To His Audience

For my skin, a bath was not

     a luxury but a kindness

and a necessity, drawn by you,

my lovers who had motives

other than my healthy flesh.

The lukewarm water chilled so soon.

     My blood, spilt by you,

congealed. 

                    The Marquis sewed

me tight to my shroud,

     and my shroud to thee.

[dramatic monologue]