Still It Is Possible To Have A Conscience Poem by heather chernen

Still it is possible to have a coscience
Amidst the conscienceless;
Then you're on yhour own
good-luck-buddy!

Avaricious protoplasm spins madly out of control
Under an aching sky
Vapor and dusk.

But that which is rooted in things dead drains the living
Of its intrinsic essence
Devoid of remorse,
Loathe for sorrow, there are ties rooted in memory
Thicker than water, justc as ephemeral.

Ties that strangle when no facet of comprehension
Encapsulate the ties that bind.

But I am not rooted in things dead
Nor do I wish to die in consideration of the retgrospective flight
From sorrow, as if
The mob's approbation or wrath
Ever impelled the wondermen
Rooted in things beautiful
Engorged in my eyes.