Gott ist tot

Pygmalion is dead

And Galatea

Has gorged herself

On excess, glorious excess

And deprivation

Together

Torn from the inside

Shrivelled,

Emaciated

One million, million, billion atoms

And minimal cohesion

Crying in the graveyard

Cracked and broken nails scrabbling through the dusty, grey gravel

And below, to the fertile, fallow soil

Lungs black with poison self-administered

And further, to where the splinters

Tear at her gangrenous fingertips

‘Why did you mould me? Why do I decay?’

 

The gilded cot is empty. Peace! no tears

Will call the shepherd of her righteous years

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One thought on “Gott ist tot

  1. ailsa read says:

    Lovely Molly xxx

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