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O,
for thy blessed skin, draping thy torso
Radiating
key images to beholder’s sight ‘n mind
Acuities
thus forged, save for the blind
Launching
love at first sight
Much
like hair, eyes, nose, lips
Whose
contours spark admiration, adoration
Forsaking
traits of souls laying buried deep
Worthy
of love ‘n awe for all eternity
For
do the skin ‘n exteriors
Not
speak to us or those espying
Forcing
choices ‘pon us
Via
merely eyeing, not feeling, absorbing nor sensing?
Yet
beneath them all lie our vitals
Blood,
all infusive, red for all, never royal blue
Raw
flesh, in glistening pinks, equals beef
White
fat streaking ‘tween stacks of flesh
Deep
within lie the bones, white ‘n firm
Body’s
scaffold, matching for all
After
death, remain for millennia, then some
Betraying
neither clan, status, tribe nor race
The
foods eaten; the fluids imbibed, lavish for the rich, rationed for
the poor
Processed
alike, expelling wastes in solid, liquid or gas
Bearing
no stamp of intake, race, rank nor clan
Crap,
pee and farts, levelers of kings, loonies ‘n serfs
Yet
‘tis the skin ‘n façades
That
push us to love or scorn
Redeem
or contemn, reject or kill
With
blanket measures, feeding massive egos
Bruising
fellow humans for traits inborn
They
as choiceless as Us, yet ‘tis venom They spew
At
Others’ traits no more ‘n skin deep
For
the might They wield, the power We don’t
They
speak of Us in demeaning tones
Yet
‘tis more ‘bout Them bereft of honor
Judging
Us as if They knew
Little
do They know, ‘tis Their souls They doom
Yet
beneath all anatomy, resides the unseen
Defining
humanity, and its core
That
amorphous, transcendent, colorless yet real
Soul,
spirit, essence, kernel
Where
love and pain vie, for the heart’s space
If
life’s to have sense, esteem and honor
Must
cleanse itself of all rancor
For
love ‘n honor to prevail, our crux to occupy
Then
gods They invoke
Of
Love They claim their gods be
Only
Them do gods cherish
The
rest can vanish or perish
‘Tis
alleged hell awaits, those not of Them
That
gods will save Them
Not
Others with skins to loathe
Gods
peeping no deeper than Their own eyes can
What
in truth, is to be made of such gods
And
the humans they make?
‘Tis
Them that forged their deities
Twisted
souls, deifying crafted ghouls
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