(Life, 26 September 1949)
A research facility called ‘Lobund’ shrouded
in a night we guess is perpetual, the architecture
crematory, though not incendiary — a dark foreboding rot-
down may spark, fill the chamber, and catch the suited alien
unawares, a representative of the human species
seeking to penetrate the mystery behind the thickened glass.
A Bela Lugosi leer, and not before time, the glass
eye of the microscope masking the light source, the shrouded
cell budding or mutating or both: foetus of a contrived species
devastated by routine conjecture, the shattered architecture
of its pre-life fed like the lay photographer or the alien
with whatever information they've got to spare; whatever rot.
Flesh absorbs in the harsh light, the residue or rot
of an experiment (a success we should gather), the glass
of the test-tube marked by the tip of a nail, the control alien
in its purity, though over-exposure deceives: shrouded,
the truth lies packed in trays of the just-born, an architecture
absorbed by that of the chamber, by the decreation of a species.
Compare the moral beauty of the rat and the face of a species
hidden behind a suit and a mask, that of a monkey and the rot
filling creases of guilt sculpted from rubber, the architecture
of iron, wheel valves, and gaskets, the portholes of glass
constantly resisting face-presses from stiffly shrouded
creatures that reek of B-Grade Sci-Fi horror flicks: alien.
The hand that reaches into the core of its being is alien
to itself: in the House of Usher the monkey reclines, a species
separated though connected for the duration of its shrouded
life with data accumulated by its peers. Its veins may rot
but its eyes remain stoical if apprehensive, their glass
sheen more dignified than the eyeless rat's fallen architecture.
Before opening the envelope that speaks the architecture
of the surface must be exposed cleanly, a discovery is alien
and as such must be revealed within the clarity of glass
and not obscured by extras (hair, fur, flesh). The species
of germ observed, removed, stored, and labelled, the rot
of the host's body is discarded. Even the living are shrouded.
The architecture of body and tomb will vary between species,
whether germ, animal, or alien — it's a fact that rot
obscures experimental glass, that a world germ-free is shrouded.