Another interruption in duty and chore; <br /> A call to task behind the gray door. <br /> With ' Y ' cut to make, <br /> and samples to take; <br /> Questions to expose - Avenues to explore. <br /> <br /> Isolation of Ego, emotion to kill; <br /> and icy detachment, stronger than Will; <br /> Focused determination! <br /> studied external examination... <br /> <br /> Skin unmarred, odd warmth to feel; <br /> contrasts the bite of cold stainless steel. <br /> Sixteen years to find such beauty true, <br /> fully half child, yet half woman too. <br /> <br /> Though vessel unfilled, full is the need; <br /> For custom and doctrine, by religion decreed - <br /> before set of sun, by end of this day... <br /> To surrender such fairness to earthen decay. <br /> <br /> But why this torment, this angst, this awe? <br /> And why in the ringing silence does a tear form to fall? <br /> The answer forms fallow, so deep from within... <br /> 'My promise is lost, all innocence - all sin, <br /> Loosed with last breath; Loosed to the wind.' <br /> <br /> I cracked. I crumbled. I wept in helpless desperation! <br /> Gloves snapped off at the thought of such desecration! <br /> Rules melted and merged meaningless, sparing violation. <br /> and the only 'Y' to be known was an unanswered invocation.<br /><br />walt martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reflections-of-an-autopsy-undone/
