and it was true

there was a hiding, an evasion, a denial

and now its undone

the kevlar comes off

the anaesthetic is stopped

and i feel every tiny wound

each one a galaxy ripped apart

a hell torn from a heaven

and the burning of Lucifer’s vagrant heart

and each one more alive

than the man

the moribund host


2 Responses to “feel”

  1. Such powerful imagery in the poem….I really found it quite poignant.

  2. 2 dronemodule

    For those accustomed to the cognitive, who use it as a kind of analgesic, everything happens too late.

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