soul autopsy by Daryl Feinsmell 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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