The Object

Destroyed.

There is a melting in the core.
The wax flows out.

It is my heart
(a frail object forsaken by subject and verb.
Wait...
Define: Intransitive.)

(Ergative-absolutive alignment- hmm.)

Even a French philosopher would tap his existential cigarette
Contemplate a pause-
To rationalize in eloquence
Something so fragile
A blistered skin that still pumps a vigorous blood-
It would violate his savoir-faire
He would watch the sky and keep silent.

Pathetic?

This befits
Casual reference from an indifferent capitalist:
A mono-chromatic American
Typical generalization
An assembly-line epigram
Pithy label graphically designed.

When truthfully,
Aside from typical bullshit

To stake this quivering organ

(a frail and relentless pump, it keeps the ship from sinking
Yet it leaks from defective holes;
It can but maintain a desperate equilibrium.)

Lo, this oxmoronic reconciliation
It breathes a cooperative contradiction
Engenders benevolent paradox tightened by a curse.

A fervent soul graced with sufic verbal play
Would upon reflection say:
Not 'pathetic'
Pathetique!

Yes, Pathetique!

A wounded muscle
With molecular engine that haphazard fires
Sparks electric jolts through tired coils
Dim cerebral pain.
An obstinate tyranny of a thirsty will
That will not surrender on a deserted battlefield.
Hands that pull the wounded belly
Paint a bloodstain across the ground
Magnetic beauty of the setting sun.