Deconstruction

It wasn't that hot, but everything started to melt
As we sat in the duchess' parlor. Those wonderful
People, so carefully groomed and impeccably
Mannered, soon lost their clothes, soon circled
Each other and no longer spoke. They growled.
They moaned. They fought over food, and they
Fell to the carpeted floor and had sex. Over time,
They no longer even had bodies. The room was
A stew pot of DNA strands, which became
Disassembled and turned into atoms which
Moved for no reason at all.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-01-05 at 20:53

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