POEM – The Witch Doctor & The Monkey Puzzle

THE WITCH DOCTOR STARED AT THE MONKEY PUZZLE
EACH INTRICATE PIECE CAUSING CONFUSION.
WHERE WAS THE STRONG SOUL HE KNEW BEFORE?
WHERE WAS THE PHYSIQUE HE RECOGNISED?
THIS WAS NOT THE SAME MONKEY PUZZLE,
THIS WAS A BREATHING CORPSE
A FRAGILE GHOST LOOKING FOR AN EXORCISM.
A PALE IMITATION OF A ONCE GREAT LIFE,
REDUCED TO A HUSK STUFFED WITH WIRES
BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP
A REGIMENTAL SIGH.
PINK BLUSHING SKIN NOW DUSTY
A DEATHLY WHITENESS
LIKE SNOW WITHOUT THE MAGIC
A SOURED MILK RANKLY STINKING.
IT’S AN EMPTY PLOT LOOKING FOR A TOMBSTONE.
THE LIGHT GOES OUT
THE ROOM IS EMPTY
YET THE SHELL IS STILL THERE.
EMPTY, COLD, LIFELESS – AND THAT IS JUST THOSE LEFT BEHIND.

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