flesh and bone and sinew taut
once moving parts, now a thought
biology class lays them all out
reveals the secrets we have sought
does an animal have a soul?
a mind to think, a brain that’s whole?
a heart to love ‘till it grows old-
until the dice of fate did roll
now my sweet animal does lie fresh
amid the stench of rotting flesh,
a pin through his hands splay him out
a drop of water baptised devout
jesus on the cross for all to see
a symbol of hope i shall make him be
for even in death to some degree
he could live again or perhaps just be
does an animal have a soul?
a mind to think, a brain that’s whole?
a heart to love ‘till he grows old-
till the dice of fate did roll
thus we arrive with solemn grace
to slice and study every space
my holy friend has lost his face
reduced to parts in this dark place
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Author:
taylorlikeswift (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: i have a lot of feelings about dissection. i write a lot of poems about identity and i think the idea of dissection is a nice way to express it. i often include religious references in my poems too - i think the idea of pinning through something\\\'s limbs on a table can definitely be related back to religion. just an interesting concept really.
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'Be kind' you say on your home page - 'Be kind'. You are hopeful; I've never been kind to anyone in my life...... (a long one).
Seriously, you have the goods. You know how to write the poetry I personally like - go for it! I hope you will diversify and write of other things than dissection and crucifixion though....
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