A poem for cutters, early draft, (( A SACRAFICE ))

Posted by kid_A on December 20, 2001, at 15:14:56

A SACRAFICE

my body, soft, pliant,
damageable, ignorant and
dumb
waiting soft like a
bunny to be swung toeside
up
waiting in water, up to
my neck, when it reaches
the nose we are done
for
waiting for an executioner
to come and Pow! like an
angel, right on
time
and i know it is true
and i know it is true
it is true, it is! i know
it.
i can't run, my legs
aren't for running
and my Doctor Guillotine
is on me, mousey, like a
goshawk
i have no choice in
this, i've got to be
shaven and to be shorn,
my wings must be
clipped
and still, i am a
phantom, so how should
i get my beheading!
oh dearest, what
drama!
but Zing, and it falls,
a little like lightning,
and all at the once,
the body, i am whole
again
my legs, now for
running and they leap
into the self, oh such
wonder
and there, just a little
blood, a keepsake for
the butterfly, utterly useless
now
and there, a dying going
on, all those little
cells, silently gasping for
air
and signs, and road maps,
those signals of change
i wont be forgiven, yet i'm
saved
and I'm grown, a real boy,
and like an honest
Godblessyou, I stuff my
soul back in, just
like a natural
fit.

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A poem for cutters, early draft, (( A SACRAFICE )) kid_A 12/20/01
Re: WOW...in a good way (nm) tina 12/20/01
how do you write so well? Kid_A (nm) Katey 12/20/01
thanks for reading, comments! (blush)! -the Kid... (nm) kid_A 12/22/01
THAT WAS GREAT (nm) ST 12/29/01

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