Organs

Organs

Ears were talking to the eyes

Of histories, of horrors heard,

Broken bones with bodies of hearse,

Nothing could be realized except blood.

What eyes saw ears played in the see-saw game

Repeated blaspheme in the agonies of fame,

And the odor they sent, for the nostrils to smell,

Smokes from the drains kept stinking as hell.

In the scratch of borders with orders of war

They damaged, went howling as though fallen for the star,

The pairs fell sick still rhymed the grimace face,

With blisters of burns that embraced without grace.

All the painted drama in the canvas still hissing

Echoed just the same for the eraser was missing,

Where is the root, in the flesh or in the bone?

Thoughts kept singing in the tunes overthrown!

Freshness in the light with a palliative sound,

Will the organs witness as they wander on the ground.

13 August 2014