& The Body Will Die

By Thomas Hannah

 

Who will hold the hearts

of us headless

senseless

anchors

chained to the ankles of the roosters

who will pull us empty vessels

to the surface

to gut our bodies

of our wristwatches and salvageable organs

who will preserve our moments

unnoticed

eroded

in the corners of tired minds

ravaged by time

who will save us animals

facing the firing squad of extinction

who will save us aliens

walking a world void of our oxygen

who wants us

unwanted

viruses

who will understand us

silent

speakers

screaming difference to indifferent

who turned us children

to monsters

creeping quiet creatures

strangling brightness

who will love us

grim reapers

when everything we touch turns

to ashes

take my fractured soul

for your fickle love

king serpent

nothing means either to me

neither means something to me

anymore

nevermore

 

Thomas J. Hannah is a poet from Sydney, Australia. His work often tackles themes of tragedy, hedonism, and the human condition. He is currently working on his first full-length release.

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