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The Haunted Body---A Revenge Tale Upon Amorality
My flesh told me I should notice the skull
beneath the skin of my face. Sign of death,
it also threatened a slow agony
until the choked gasp of my final breath
would bring an end to my tomfoolery.
I had lived all my life, a drunken hellion;
and now my flesh declared its own rebellion
against my will. Through long decades abused,
it mocked my willfulness as it refused
me comfort. This was vengeance, after all,
it told me. Now excruciating pain
(not felt so much by flesh as by the brain)
climbs on my back. My nerves begin their tenses
as shrieking anguish storm through all my senses.
Toward Heaven, my fist: why must I remain
wholly aware, alert, entirely sane?
My body says: though this will not have passed
quickly, I am just first, and not the last.
Someone remind the medics: no confusion
about this---it is outright Revolution.
Starward
