An Experimental Poem of Sorts

3 Word Wednesday (karma, obey, wither) has come and is almost gone, but I have whipped out an odd piece of poesy with time to spare. Be warned, this is an example of what I refer to as my experimental works.

His karma:

Look at the scene,
she demands.
She waits for him
to obey,

her piece of clay.
She has molded.
He has folded.

He turns toward the stage
as commanded.
Barred and barren,

he and the set.

He will wither.
She will quiver

with glee
for the puppet boy
she birthed.

A caused effect.
But at this moment

he cannot remember
who he stripped of
individuality,
morality,

reality.

Note: First posted on November 4, 2009.

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