Friday, September 24, 2010


The firewall bars conduit
From my spirit to my world
My existence is consumed
Devouring my being
Condemning me to hell
As it turns
As it burns inside
The connections between
Every living thing
We’ve committed suicide
As we bide the time away
I hold the skull of my brother
His life was most precious
To me
He could not escape his fate
Of a workman’s toil
His blade
Lightning quick decisions
Surgical steel incisions
In the end he was dissected
For inspection of his flesh
To understand his infections
To determine the cause
Of his unexpected death
What they found
Was not surprising
He had done all he was told
So in the end his body was filled
With steel, rotted cords
And frozen soul