To Suffer Is To Remember
My withered legs carry a hollow shell into the thick of the forest,
I watch a stranger reveal the marionette in the mirror,
The image does not disturb me,
Have I forgotten?
A flash of light shoots across the sky: the memories hail down on me,
I remember everything but I consent to nothing,
The pain of my world is out of my influence,
And I am not sure that I care
Maybe it is that I care too much,
A world of subconscious self-harm,
Freud eclipses organic life,
As it drives cheerfully to death\
The immense, cruel, and unusual punishment I have seen,
Compares naught to that of the world,
Or better yet,
the persistence of human remembrance