By Quill Wylder
Less than flesh, none other but human
Absurded collective of spaghettified mass
Pollock of blood spats and macraméd intestinum
A grotesque caged mollusk dictates and decrees
And so believe? Believe this critter
Worthy of the title
Homunculus.
Live it up to Napoleon, Kahlo, Parks, Newton
Depart he on Odyssey,
Stand he on pedestal,
Die he, saber-weilding, grandiosely poised?
So say council of bacteria inhabiting flesh sack;
“We the mundane, we the tormented.”
He the mundane. He the tormented.
They; the exceptional.
The extraordinary.
The flagellum draped side saddle
Over Tardigrada haemocoel
More boldly to combat
Than phallic mass of thumb-minded
Numb-minded
Plucky politician-plumber-playwright
Manic, souped-up, neurosis-ridden
Hypochondrisuperficialcorpaldiagnosis.
Man.
Man, if so you can call he.
You - as if know you, we.
We! WE the collective! WE! the bacterium
Who build us
More than flesh build itself.
WE the mundane.
WE the tormented.
We the flagellum-bearing
as
Man once held bayonet
As homunculus once held
Sapien-sapien.
We. The mundane.