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
R.M. ENGELHARDT 