the mercy
i once exhibited
transmuted a jaded shard
stuck in between
my pulmonary truck
and right atrium
honestly, no clue
when this occurred
but at some point
or
another
i became
a horrible human
who housed
little to no insights
– void of any compassion
or comprehension
my spirit materialises
for a millisecond before
i take the trebuchet
smash my entire self
with a fireball released
from its payload basket
all that’s left is a melange
of bone
and subterfuge
puzzle
pieces
that refuse to mend
forever rested
on the elemental earth
nevertheless
there’s a canyon replete
of accomplices
who linger
who desire
the knowledge as to why
humpty dumpty
wasn’t careful
and relentlessly smashed
his shell all over
with the thoughts
of a future omelette
hold the magic mushrooms
never mind the traumatic
psychological
effects
Inspired By Anna Mazzotta, Commission for: \’50 Cheyne Walk\’
