The Mountain Underneath my Marred Fingernail

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This is a poem about the Spanish Inquisition.

Submitted: November 07, 2013

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The mountain underneath my marred fingernail,

the stars underneath my melted eyelids,

the universe underneath my crisp skin;

such a compact infinity I make.

Even razor-sharp contempt in auto-da-fé

impossible to eliminate the energy and matter

both words and body rightfully own,

for they are property of indestructible cosmos;

scorching-black body in holy piazza

may spit shrill weeps from gullet,

but those anguished letters will never

be lost in future nor present;

your propaganda yields bloodcurdling happiness

in those who leave gullible ears open,

but my beliefs will not expire in vain;

I hold faith in these statements as you do

in your false scripture and prayers, because

I am one with the firmaments, as they are of me.


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