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Woyzeck
(author's note: this is inspired from a play I'm the lead in called "Woyzeck" The experiment I mention at the bottom is Woyzeck's eating of nothing but a meager plate of peas every day for three months, which changes his life tragically.)
The fog began...
He stands upon a mountain
made of peas
looking out, seeing crimson layers
and hears fiddles and flutes
scraping and squeaking
in harmonious dischord.
He clutches his head,
choking on dry tears.
His wife, with crimson necklace
from avenging iron
calls him forward.
The fog grows, til nothing is seen...
Step by step,
he enters the redeeming waves
the tortorous societal laughter
and emasculation
fade in the wake of
dull guilt.
The mud pulls his legs,
which in determination
move through the thick
black clutching hell hands
that beckon atonement.
He disappears into the fog...
A bitter song of love
and infidelity, siren-like
dim as his ears
go below the surface
and finally, he finds hazel clarity.
The earth holds him firm
and a last breath escapes.
The guinea pig sinks
into the experiment
that doomed him.
And the fog dissipates, leaving nothing behind.
Last edited by MariusBonaparte : 01-25-2006 at 12:22 AM.
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