Useful terror

If the surgeons kept their hearts
On plates of ruined silver
exposed to inclement weather
and the nameless god who wills there,
we’d see fewer errors
but far more useful terror
for they think they are free from gorgons
eyeballing their organs
and do not see the crater
when it’s now but never later;
climb the distant rock wall
until sweet soundless night falls;
if they kept their hearts connected
while we humans were dissected
we’d have a chance of healing
if they touched our skin with feeling,
but they like pure gold and silver,
stone and marble windows
women dressed in satin
and name tags writ in latin
everything is solid,
you think that evl’s squalid.
Yet you touch me with your human,human hand


About Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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