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Fleshware
by Allen Itz

 

blood and gristle
forged from trash
of exploding stars,
fragile, short-lived, prone
to sag and corruption,
helpless at birth,
pitiful in unremitting decay

such a poor use our body seems
of the eternal elements of creation

but lightning strikes within

tiny electric jabs that jump
from receptor to receptor,
creating art, imagining love,
finding courage, honor, theories
of our own origin, joy and laughter
to mock the truth of our condition

stardust

offspring of unimaginable light
seeking an antidote to dark




Poem © 2002 by Allen Itz allenitz@aol.com

Artwork © 2002 by Sethil GK senthilkumar_gk@yahoo.com




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