Tuesday, December 7, 2010

The Composite

Composite form
Envelope burst
No record of removal
Death took their life
But the spirit's original
This is not a copy
The final repast a feast
The spirit is vacant
But instead of decay
Flesh birthed curse
Undying beast
Unmoved by death
Which is worse
Unliving life
Or never taking breath
Lightning lit spark
Moving dead limbs
He is child of Prometheus
Who made his quest for fire
And Godhood
Stolen and given
To man
Titan lost his mantle
Chained to the cliff wall
Beasts feeding
Upon his flesh
Horrible pain
His punishment
Seemingly unjust
But are humans able
To wield such power
Unknown and now
The composite form
Living without breath
Dead now sleeping
Not needing their viscera
Nor limbs, nor sight
Dreaming in the gray
Another has stolen
All the form
But not the spirit
A kind of Golem
But not filled with a spirit
Rather filled with energy
Stolen fire from Gods
Child of Prometheus
Now abandoned to living
Cannot find a legacy
For the flesh is dead
And there is no spirit
Cursed to walk the earth
Without ability to die
The fire stolen
Burns inside

“God help thee, old man, thy thoughts have created
a creature in thee; and he whose intense thinking
thus makes him a Prometheus; a vulture feeds
upon that heart for ever; that vulture the very creature
he creates.”

Herman Melville