Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Figurative Poem

by Michael Odle

It taunts and festers within,

The disease,

Like a shrill voice echoing in the fragile membranes

It is the Siren’s cry on the ocean of the brains

An ethereal throb sounding something like

Charles Dumont’s “Non, je ne regrette rien"*

Asking if it is all just a dream

(After all “a dream is a wish your heart makes”)

For Society would have us believe

The malefactor of morality is harmless

That there are a million other ways

To disappoint

And so, we give in

Readily accepting

The sweetest, most desirable pain

That is the Sacrifice of our conscience


*No, I have no regret

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