by
Sullivan The Poet
'In A Mirror Darkly'
I see my presence bothers you!
Your pious words sculpt no disguise,
is it because my twisted limbs offend your precious eyes?
I heed the whispers in your lies,
they clamour what your tongue denies,
or is it yet your prejudice you secretly despise?
I see my presence bothers you!
Your face too quickly turned aside,
is it because my clockwork gait too loudly ‘cripple’ cried?
One act, revulsion, chanced confide,
is my humanity denied,
or coy your obscene ignorance you shameful seek to hide?
I see my presence bothers you!
Your back, too casual, turns my way,
is it because my drooling maw makes sick what I convey?
Afraid my slack jawed words will say,
aloud what vulgar minds portray,
or barely chained repugnance which you fear will open lay?
I see my presence bothers you!
Your smile too warm, your touch too firm,
is it because my wilful hands, quick, mindless, make you squirm?
Pale lucent claws that spastic worm,
in fleshless laps like dying sperm,
or that you dread their moist’ning touch you fear your eyes confirm?
I see my presence bothers you!
You studiously elude my gaze,
is it that you’re afraid therein a human spirit lays?
A fellow life your heart betrays,
who ‘lone within their husk decays,
or do you fear to see reflect what censure therein preys?
I see my presence bothers you!
Too well you chrome clad limbs ignore,
is it because my cyborg world you furtively deplore?
Do my steel spinning legs abhor,
grey tubeless feet that kiss the floor,
or merely your indifference you mechanic’lly encore?
I see my presence bothers you!
Your fear laid nude for all to see,
is it because your callous core cares naught for such as me?
Or torments you that ugly we,
flaunt our afflictions blatantly,
or steeped within your perfect world your turpitude shames thee?
I see my presence bothers you!
Your sham ‘correctness’ counts for nought,
is it because in your world absolution can be bought?
What phrase can cleanse each putrid thought,
pale synonyms for suff’ring sought,
or think you that with guileful words we’d be so simply caught?
I see my presence bothers you!
Within this broken glass proclaimed,
is it because you spy reflect your sanctimony named?
Do you see your complacence blamed,
your lost humanity defamed,
or just quicksilver echoes… In a mirror darkly framed?
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