The "chair"
So many lives ended here
upon my sturdy seat...
A tale of terror resounds from each
doomed soul who rest upon me
Built for a function of destruction...
Upholding Hamarabi's code
A tool of vengeance and suffering pain
Taking from those who robbed of God.
Furniture holds the pleasure of appreciation
...the product of need and want
I am not these things. I am a device.
Built of oaken sinew...joints bonded in steel casing
Asthetic beauty is a triviality not of my concern
Bracketed with wire veins and head- harness- halo
My arms adorned with restraints for bracelets
Girthy legs firmly affixed to unforgiving concrete
bolted down into permanence...a fixture of function
I hold audience to those desperate faces
Mourning and seeking vindication
...of others grieving for this soul I'll take
...and more still who are, sadly, morbidly curious
My occupant squirms under my confining "comfort"
my veins tense with a surging punishment
Transferring my wrath into this condemned soul
A contorted writhing face is all that remains
of this guest of mine...I mourn him not.
My only consolation is the victim looking down.
Inspired by Deborah Guzzi's "A Chairs Tale" contest
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