Monday, July 21, 2014

Breathing Corpse


Spare me your wars
Your naked assent
Spare me your frigid springs
Your empty highways
And irises glazed;
I have pains to last a generation
And I have sorrows galore.

Spare me your whines
Your cheap tragedies
Spare me your miseries
Your children and packaged lies
Spare me your hearts
Stuffed with apathy
Spare me your horrors
Off the clearance shelf.

Spare me my life
Tainted with yours
Spare me a shred of sanity
A word, a tear…
For my tears have dried
And my rage is boiling over.

Spare me a soul
An honest apology
A life filled with regret
For I bring back to your doorsteps
My dreams refunded
My fury stifled
And tantamount.

Spare me a shovel
A helping hand
Spare me the last dignity
Of burying my breathing corpse.

(Originally posted on Apr. 4, 2003; re-posted on July 24, 2006; former title: "Spare Me")

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

The title ought to be changed as it is overly trite. Beautiful, powerful, virile. The last two Spare me’s grow redundant, however, so do something about that.
-The first paragraph is the most powerful, it is beautiful, astounding, simply breathtaking.
-“I have pains to last a generation” is especially beautiful.
-Spare us “Spare me your hearts… and packaged lies.”
-“A word/ a tear…” Spare us that too as it kills the rhythm for nothing, just a bit of trite melodrama.

Ton frère Ahmad

Adam_Lanman said...

I have poetry on my blog too. Similar to this, though I think your's is much better. Very powerful work