Poem: Guillotine

 

guillotine

We come in sadness,
And leave in sadness,

In the end,
All our spires will burn down,
And all of your verdicts,
No matter how well played,
Will always be against you

You can rage and cry,
And squeeze your mattress
Until it oozes bloody droplets

But once the guillotine has severed
The cerebellum from the spinal column,
Then all the hopes of soul and body –
Psyche and Cupid –
To overcome their fatal disunity,
Are left in the trash heap of remorse

The veil is broken,
Mass is over,
The stars go on their course

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