THE CHAPLAIN WOULD NOT APPROVE

 

The parts of me that are missing

have yet to be identified

I can’t feel them but I know they’re there

The missing parts of me.

Side-effected, all bestrewn with ideal dogma

of use and pure nostalgic coming of thusly

arbitrated scum.

Blown up, tied up and unleashed by

psychiatric industrialist bombers

who use me as their tissue of

indifference

to blow their noses on/off

the switch of laughter.

It is wrong to say it is right.

It is right to whisper

it is wrong today.

COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2017