Christopher Withers

Bound, The Flesh - Poem by Christopher Withers

'see', I yell, to the gathering crowd,
rather than 'seeing',
each eye, slack jaw and gaping mouth
me and nothing more.
caught and bound
societal thrall:
only few ever wake
if they wake at all.
and if they wake,
there they sit,
and claw and climb,
crushed by the weight
of every lifetime lived before.
age ravaged bodies, clutch
nothing but the cold.
a wasted chance,
a wasted word:
a lifetime written
we are even born.
to bondage born,
to bondage death,
tantalised by minds great breadth.
yet bound by rules,
bound by flesh,
fantasy, cruelly jests:
this simulacrum
made of flesh.

Comments about Bound, The Flesh by Christopher Withers

  • Rookie tom mc quade (4/14/2009 6:37:00 PM)

    yes i agree christopher..its a tortureous struggle of humanity all around us and inside of us..very good poem.. :) tom (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 8,547 Points Is It Poetry (4/14/2009 6:08:00 PM)

    I enjoyed this very much thank you..iip (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 14, 2009

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