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Emily and The Unexpected Kinship

Poetry By: Rey Fawkes
Poetry



His mechanical hand, his electric eye, do these estrange Trevor from his humanity. Does Emily wait on the other side of the estrangement from life?


Submitted:Jan 25, 2012    Reads: 10    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Gone, this eye from you.

Gone, this hand like mine.

This hand I cannot hold.

The hand you pull away.

Does this kinship bring you shame?

Kinsman, brother, short of love.

Short of hope, short of temper and full.

Full of guilt, that guilt that makes you human.

That guilt that I reflect, I know this feeling.

But, still I feel.

I'm overwhelmed, by this overbearing thought.

This thought, that bears no action.

This action, that acts upon it's own.

Beyond my control, and still.

Still I feel.

Feeling that your heart has left you.

Your heart, for the first time, is more to me.

More than the mechanism that brings oxygen to your organs.

More than the reactor, powering your life; it is abstract.

Absract, but still so tangible and grave.

So I go, and turn about.

I stop, to know your meaning.

A curiosity, now more self-imposed than directed.

Your machine takes hold of mine

The electricity of your eye, shares current with mine

Shares light, shares levity, shares love.





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