I'm all there is simply
Bones stuck with gummy moldings
and held in place with cables of taught exactness.
Proceed to examine my ears nose eyeholes
searching for defect deformation
or a reason to unfold
My hands from within their holding cells
slick with anxious damp underarms.
Wrapped like vegtables in waxy flesh
Green grown spotty with irregular ashy fur
Feeling lush if I were only to peel
steady and free, to be sunned in rhythmic injection of antidote.
But the verdict is read and the sentence is carried heavy on shoulders
heaving and pouting as a child scolded, quivering lips.
Mad medicine man playing god in the most blasphemous of ways.
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oh, syl.
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