Brain and backbone

Slyly down a goddening harp
that crept from merely mom
the perfidy of senses that
was a wholesome harm
white-washed itself in limbs.
Where the brain did grow
in surly pose the backbone’s
stature willowed, and
belief assaulted knowledge
when men were early widowed.
Slyly down the creep of sin
the mark of man has followed,
heaving and bulging, decomposing
his claim on glowing in
a solitude most collective yet
for uncollected men.


~ by Jeremy on July 28, 2012.

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