Jack Jordan Poet Free verse

Simulacra

Simulacra
	
	
	Fused,
	skeleton within skeleton,
	bone cage
	responding roughly to injury,
	fingers fingers plying her chest
	plying her chest,
	smothering,
	veils,
	the misery of simulacra,
	no tender circumstances,
	only wounded time,
	violent little acts,
	the smell of revelation,
	no salvation. 

 http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2013/06/the-mystery-of-the-second-skeleton/309305/

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Karen Anglesey May 29, 2013 at 6:16 PM Very scary to think about what illnesses can plague some while other's only suffer through a few sniffles in a lifetime. You are a master of descriptions and artful subjects with a generous helping of imagery that make your work speak loudly. Jack Jordan May 29, 2013 at 6:23 PM Tanks again, Karen. I'd never heard of this before. It must be something like being possessed... Jack

Richard Lamoureux May 28, 2013 at 1:37 PM Very visual and disturbing. Well done, I am not familiar with the word simulcara. Jack Jordan May 28, 2013 at 3:49 PM It's a very disturbing, fatal disease, and so very strange. Simulacra means similarity or likeness. Thanks for reading... Jack