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soul autopsy

by Daryl Fein

smell the sordid malphesance,
notice the distended thorax-
peel the flesh aside,
begin the discectomy-

apon crainial removal,
it is dually noted the subject
was for lack of a better word,
a primate.

tending to respond only to urges and
sexual stimuli,
patterned by repitition and spite.
molded into an animal of a different
genus and species.

it is clear to the doctor performing
this autopsy, that the subject has sold its soul
for comfort. once removed from situational awareness-

and twice removed from all who fought for a slice of its life time.
except for one.

the colors found in the chest cavity are no longer vibrant,
this creature has long since been dead-
drained of its individuallity
and left for some one else to find.

11/25/2005

Author's Note: truth=faith faith=lies lies=you you=burnt flesh of youth.

Posted on 11/25/2005
Copyright © 2024 Daryl Fein

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 12/09/05 at 01:25 AM

sordid and vehement picture tale here... you paint a vivid dissection of one who needs to look at oneself... brilliant in it's verbiage and dramatic darkness… good job, doctor… blessings…

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