Song of Screaming Flesh
Posted Under: poetry
Flesh strive for machines to survive -
a naked toddler shrieks from the cold…
January volcano melts a million tons of snow
so figure skaters can triple-axle
over city hall’s satellite dishes.
Winking stars granted someone’s wishes.
Flesh screams for food
like cars roar for fuel -
a spark turns a desert well
into a flaming geyser.
Check in the mail’s late -
looks like the old prosthesis is
bound to break cause it’s
older ‘n the mine that maimed me.
Flesh screams when reunited
with the oxygen
feeding on my floor boards
November carpets cover
holey ceilings making
balmy evening in Iraq.
Heat waves suck tar paper roofs,
loose rivet, 45-caliber slugs
and figure skaters
out of the flood basin
into the Persian Gulf.
Flesh rips as loud as a steel zipper
in February cold
under the strain of lifting
a chest-of-drawers from
a flood-damaged house.
Sonic-boom breaks eardrums
a second before a house explodes -
ice chips land in lemonade
Flesh shivers on a hot winter day.
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