Post-Operative Report
Can you scalpel the soul with the knives of your science,
Separate sin with your blade—
And dissect human psyches with all your reliance
Placed in experiments made?
Empirical evidence augurs for “yes”—
Instinct suggests “maybe not”—
And there’s gore on the table. The wound is a mess.
Wisdomless knowledge you’ve got.
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2009
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