I SING OF THE BODY DISSECTED. A Poem By R.M. Engelhardt

art*poem by r.m. Engelhardt ©2022

I SING OF THE BODY DISSECTED

So let us now all
Sing or if you believe

Pray

Not of these golden days
But in this dead choir of reprieve
Of anguish of suffering of days

Let us all sing of the 21st century
Of all our failures & the false
Triumphs & of the true progress
Of men

Unmade

Undone

Unseen

Watch &
See how we
So easily destroy

Ignore

Incite

Our own defeat

And on repeat
Like a bad news story
Like history
Still worship greed
And money
The holy dollar
And all the fat politicians
On all sides taking
Away what we once
Called ” Freedom”

As a quaint, dismembered idea

As wars are still waged
Poverty still a slave
We post all our success
Stories

But never our shame

As a dead earth
No longer of beauty
But of a violence unimagined
And obscene

Disgusting.

Weapons
Unimagined & unseen
The end of everything
The end

And the tragedy
The murder of all days

Like all the animals dying &
Loosing space

Oh how inconvenient

How 1980s
And Green

Our voices & our
Votes now all dead and
Useless worthless things

Without any real power for
Truth or change

Countries & governments
In decline still crumbling
And arguing, fighting
Killing over race

And over oil

A disgrace

A disfigurement a
World burning
Forests dying
No gods answering
No gods listening
No god here

Because
No god cares
Or listens
Anymore

This planet
This rock
Used up &
Separated

Dysfunctional
Diseased

Destroyed

With hate
With rage

Peace
Now just
Another trendy word

Forgotten

So for thee I Sing
Of this body
Dissected

Damaged by
Monsters & corrupt men
Fake patriots & grifters
Looking for trophies
And hiding behind a flag

And blaming
All other living beings
For everything
They’ve done

More convenience
More sorrow
More lies
The scapegoat
Followed by the
Image of the Tower card

Falling

As the seasons change
The leaves remain
But we never change

And never will

So for thee I Sing – Scream

For the impoverished
Families and their children starving
I Sing for the ignored
And uneducated the unemployed
And for all those
Guilty of being
Human beings

With hope
With dreams
With love
With faith

I sing for humanity
I sing for change

For Black lives
For all lives
For Suicides
And for all those buried
Beneath us in unmarked graves of
Unrest & genocide
And for all those who
Believe in a Jesus Christ

( Or not )

I Sing for
The Great Spirit
That once roamed
This land now a mere
Figment of imagination
Lost in the blood of
My ancestors

The flags all at half mast
Concealing the sadness
The truth

Of a nation
Once called America

Ashamed

I Sing of the body
The whole of the soul
Dissected

Diseased

Where Walt Whitman
Would now if alive
Weep over it’s reality
And in it’s sorrow
Walk away

Where Lincoln would
Crawl up into a ball
And simply

Choose to die

I Sing of A Nation of the
Body dissected

By cannibals
Who’ve erased all of
It’s glory

And where there
Is no honor, spark of
Democracy, decency
Or even electricity

Left

~ R.M. Engelhardt
©2022

American Portrait MLK Poetry Project

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Happy To Be A Part of This PBS American Portrait Project On Martin Luther King Day.

~ R.M. Engelhardt

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WAYLOST

WAYLOST

 

There upon that intent star:
Trust of wandering men: of truth The most reminding witness: we fix our eyes also: waylost: the wanderers:

~ Macleish

 

Something is
Different

Something
Has changed

Perhaps
We are just
All worn out

Tired


From the fight

And we want
Peace


Sleep

But the enemy
Is still there

Waiting

And we
Are losing
Sight of
The dream

As we stare
Through vacant
Eyes

Lost ourselves


After losing
So much already

Lives &
Trust

Depth &
Meaning

We are
Waylost

Without a
Plan

Or vision

We must
Find America
Again

Find ourselves
Once more

And again

And rise

 

~ R.M. Engelhardt

10.09.20 ©

 

 

#freedomandwhiskey

TEMPUS EDAX RERUM~ Time The Devourer

TEMPUS  EDAX RERUM

What was once in this world  just considered impossible or even science fiction has now become a reality. We have lost so many human lives in such a short amount of time and we have seen our leader’s insincere, disturbed &  selfish reactions to it. We have all watched the news and are all now quarantined/forced, let alone reminded every single day of fear, disease and death. Needless to say I’m angry and I will now and until the end of my own days (no matter how long those days may be) will continue to write and as witness create the words that must be said and say what should be said in these times and I encourage all my friends & fellow writers to do the same.

Because if we’re all going to go down?

Then go down swinging.

Stay Safe.

~ R.M. Engelhardt

https://www.youtube.com/user/rmengelhardtpoet

American Poet

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I.

 

I awake
In 2019

From
A Dream

That is
Just
Another
Nightmare

 

II.

 

This
Is one
Seriously
Fucked up

Place

 

I choose
To go back
To sleep

Wake me
When the
Sonnets
Return
To life

The living

Wake me
When the
Verses

Breathe
Once more

When all the
World becomes
Silent

A whisper

In a dead man’s

Ear

 

~ R.M. Engelhardt

 

 

Strange Beasts

 

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STRANGE BEASTS
We no longer
Dwell in forests
The woods or
Hunt, ponder
About nature
Instead
We walk through
Graveyards
On sunny days
Admiring the
Headstones
Of those
Who once did

Or watch
Movies

At the mall

Gather
Our food
At Trader Joe’s

Drink purified
Water from
Plastic containers

And still
Allow morons
To take land
Away from those
Who coexist
With it

Our tribe
Our people
Are unnatural

Unbeautiful

Strange beasts
Who destroy
Everything to
Create garbage

Our own
Funerals

More headstones
That cover the
Earth

With our
Own shit

 

 

~ R.M. Engelhardt 2019©

REPETITION

 

REPETITION

 

So let us call this

Ruin

Civilization

Written
Upon an ancient
Wall

Built
By the
Living
Dead

Without
Empathy

Mass
Hysteria

A history
Without
Clarity

Created
By egos

Inhuman

And not
True men

A standing
Headstone

Marking
The end

Of freedom

 

 

~ R.M. ENGELHARDT/2019

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Homeless Warriors

HOMELESS WARRIORS

We are
Multitudes
Young &
Old
Men &
Women
An army
Dethroned
Without the
Respect of
Generations

You cannot
See what
We’ve seen
The fine
Line between
Humanity
And disease
Destruction
Poverty

Death

So I beseech
Thee
America
To believe
To care
To help
To save

For we
Have lost
Our families
Brothers &
Sisters to
The grave
The enemies
Which you
In all your
Endless campaigns
Have created

The sons &
Daughters
Of your fate

You cannot
Will not
Ignore us
Those who
Have laid
Down our
Bodies &
Souls
Sacrificed our
Very existence
So you can
Watch television
And drink beer
Without a
Conscience

For there
Is no more glory
No Valhalla
In a country full
Of political
Vultures &
Fakes

You have
Betrayed &
Abandoned us
With our
Insanity &
Disabilities
Wounds &
Without anymore
Weapons to fight
Back without
Food or a
Place to rest
Our heads

You have
Disappeared
After Vietnam
Afghanistan
Iraq & Kuwait
Without a single

“Thank you”

For is
No place
Left for damaged
Warriors
In your self
Serving beliefs

And we
Are still fighting
For survival
Every day
Waiting
Praying for
One more
Victory

Unnoticed

Having …

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“Having too many THINGS, Americans spend their hours and money on the couch searching for a soul. A strange species we are. We can stand anything God and Nature throw at us save only plenty. If I wanted to destroy a nation, I would give it too much and I would have it on it’s knees, miserable, greedy and sick.”

~ John Steinbeck