Bones: a Utopian Dream

The dark poet every word is a piece cut from a victim. Every letter sliced into the body Anger is filled in the aftermath, because the poem is never perfect and he has to try again and again to get it just right. He tried to construct a poem from human and animal insides on a cork boarded wall in the basement of his house, spleens and other red things, calligraphy with precision made of beautiful dark crimson- It still wasn't right. He tried then, to write on rice paper With blue soaked gray matter. The brain is very easy to mold into letters. It just did not give off the glitter he thought it deserved. Then came skin, so malleable and pliant- Thought his masterpiece was here- until it dried and shriveled In frustration he cried... Why can't this be perfect? "Must show the world the greatest Masterpiece of all time!" Then came the teeth, some baby teeth, some rotten "old man" teeth. Using squares and roots- he thought it a hoot! Until the glue started to wear off from the paper... Ahhh, another almost perfectly formed masterpiece! Gone to the incinerator- Traveling far and wide town after town, donor after donor, He was stuck in his own purgatory with perfection obsessing his mind, So excited he began to climb his way into his own wild ride! His art! A new start! Mind boggling- Brain synapses switching and toggling. Bones! Yes! beautiful and polished This MUST work, oh how he wished. So to work he began once again- On his masterpiece of sin. Slicing, dicing, distilling and boiling off the skin was the hardest part, Then to bleach, polish, heat and mold every bone so perfect on a background so bold! Oh! the green moss backing, with perfect white letters, It really couldn't get any better! Accentuated here and there with a red blood splatter and a hint of gold. His poem, 900 words long, were to him His beautiful and soulful song... How many people died? Who cares! He had his masterpiece with everyone to share. Out into the world he ventured With his masterpiece; A Utopian adventure!