Disfigured Souls

by Max Bouillet

Disfigured souls
damaged in spiritual transit
are claimed by divine insurance
and shoved in a flesh box
to be sold as is.

Gods on a budget
buy us up without a warranty
(the expectation for failure
is overwhelming)
hoping to get their money’s worth
before the inevitable breaking…

and when the ‘pending shattered’
finally falter and burst,
we are scolded and beaten
before being cast down to earth
as human debris.

Here we live in a junkyard
of misfits and factory rejects
fumbling failures begging
a second chance from cheap gods
even as we revel in our own
inadequacies just to spite
our creator.


Author's Note: Damaged merchandise.

Posted on 09/29/2003
Copyright © 2020 Max Bouillet

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Mara Meade on 09/29/03 at 07:11 PM

This is haunting, disillusioned...it almost speaks to the expectations we have of ourselves and the questions we have regarding our "journeys." I need a beer...

Posted by Rachelle Howe on 09/29/03 at 07:21 PM

my faithful follower. again, though you are slacking on your coffee duties, i shall allow for the brilliance you paint in my mug. :)

Posted by Kate Demeree on 09/29/03 at 07:37 PM

The last stanza could well stand on it's own. This is superbly written and darn if it doesn't strike more than one cord within the reader.

Posted by Siri Lipscomb on 09/30/03 at 01:56 AM

Recycling in the negative spiral of despair... Rescue work takes its toll, eh? Beautifully crafted and sooooo dark!

Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 09/30/03 at 12:11 PM

awesome, and i mean AWEsome poem... whoa, i need to digest this one... what an interesting concept to reveal our haphazard life on this planet... well written, full of thoughts for the reader to ponder... pure excellence... blessings...

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/30/03 at 04:15 PM

Certainly one way of looking at it, and although cynical, have to admit I too have sometimes wondered...felt this way.

Posted by Ashok Sharda on 09/30/03 at 04:20 PM

'Damaged merchandise' we are, despite all the claims of the EGO. Chained by the LAWS, the burden of life is like the meaningless labour of Sisyphus, condemned to carry a rock on to the summit of a steep mountain and the rock falling back again and again. And the Gods of paradise not wanting him back. The analogy is perfect.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/01/03 at 01:32 AM

A different slant on those who are pitifully "lost". There but for the grace of God... .

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/01/03 at 11:13 AM

you state in soulful cantos, our flesh's sad state.

Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 10/01/03 at 10:25 PM

This piece flows very well and the words just feel as if they go together

Posted by David R Spellman on 10/02/03 at 12:35 PM

This is certainly a dark and cynical look at the state of humanity and its relationship to perceived or real "gods." The comparison to "damaged merchandise" is excellent and some of the phrasing is quite evocative. Surely thought provoking, and the last line perhaps even provides some deeper insight and hope that there is a "creator."

Posted by Christina Bruno on 10/03/03 at 03:15 AM

not that's what i'm talking about. such a striking metaphor to our current reality lol :)

Posted by Alex Smyth on 10/04/03 at 02:48 AM

Wow. Not much left to say but 'ditto' to all aspects already expressed. This one really could really bum a person out, except there is a feeling of community in it....

Posted by Anne Engelen on 10/04/03 at 03:30 PM

Although I have felt and sometimes feel this way too I must say this piece wakes the rebel in me and just makes me want to go against it and prove you wrong. Now you got me wondering why I needed to read someone else's work to get this reaction and why couldn't I just do it on my own....hmmmm...now that's surely gonna take me days to figure that one out...hmmmmm

Posted by Marjorie Anne Reagan on 01/02/05 at 04:10 AM

Thank God for redemption of we junkyard misfits and factory rejects! How can any human not empathize with your words? Amazing work!

Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 03/23/05 at 07:13 PM

Humans are all part of the Salvation Army I guess...God's great second hand store....ha ha ha love this poem.

Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 03/23/05 at 07:13 PM

Humans are all part of the Salvation Army I guess...God's great second hand store....ha ha ha love this poem.

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