No need to read the signs

Your body is a map.
With boarders, stretches, lines.
No legend, after all.
No need to read the signs.
From East to West, from far to near.
What‘s left?
The points in horizon - the human beings –
On top of somewhere everyone has disappeared.
On top of goosebumps?
Maybe.

The ornaments of nature
Were hidden in the bas-relief of skin.
No kind of anthropology explains that.
They pull the wool over somebody’s eyes.
They see the world, unable to deny, that
Everyone has body, as a map.
A map of scars, a map of stories, wrinkles.
Of pavements marked by fingertips.
Of bending lines.
Of bites.

No legend, after all.
No need to read the signs.