Martin Lochner Poet Free verse

I Am After All Human

I shave my own hair.
I cut it and remember
My own private holocaust.

Those things the imagination plays with.
Little toys of horror, 
lingering in that skull I clean.

The blade runs close to the flesh 
and control of it is mercy.

Anna had a beating heart, 
going for a cyanide shower.

Mine is built like a furnace with bricks. 
Cold hard brick that can withstand 
the heat of hell. 

Poetry affords me my temporal descent 
into tenderness.

Ah,feelings,vulnerability,flesh, 
blood dripping from my scalp.

I am crying tonight over a Rilke poem. 
My wife also cries with me.
I am after all human.

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Scott Thirtyseven November 27, 2014 at 5:16 AM Them words are full of power and awesomely emotive. Well penned.

Monterey Sirak November 26, 2014 at 4:38 AM Where have you been? Why oh why weren't you on the Soup before now. Your poetry is amazing, bursting with raw emotion and power. Martin Lochner November 26, 2014 at 4:43 AM OH ! thank you. I am blushing !

Cona Adams November 21, 2014 at 9:24 AM Welcome to Poetry Soup, Martin. This international community of poets affords ample opportunity for connection, affirmation and encouragement. You will find friends here. Martin Lochner November 26, 2014 at 12:57 AM I am enjoying myself on this site. Thank you !

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser November 19, 2014 at 8:48 AM :) such powerful write.. :) keep writing.. :) Martin Lochner November 21, 2014 at 1:51 AM thank you very much

Darlene Gifford November 17, 2014 at 9:56 AM Of course you are! And you are far from hell, my friend. We are all sinners saved by the grace of God for those who have accepted Him and follow His ways. Martin Lochner November 19, 2014 at 12:58 AM Amen