Womb-Stone (Elegy For The Madonna) Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

The Madonna is weakening.
We don't seem to concern ourselves with it because her graceful quietus confuses us; is an unknown universe to us, unmarked territory.
We ignore the vociférer, we ignore the content, we overlook the tale, we stick cotton in our sensory receptors.
We are shrouded from it by all that is mendacious; the illusion, the misconception.
We ignore the repeat in the cycle, the alteration, and the end to every beginning's end.
We ignore our Destiny sealed in stone.
The human BEing; this tragic design, tragic story and unfortunate frame of mind.
The Mother may be gorgeous, but we are not.
We are a failure, an experiment gone wrong.
We are a contradiction, two battles in one design.
We are equal parts one and then the other.
Opposites merged in a torment that never ceases!
No white flag waving from the man, nor the animal,
The human, nor the being.
We have forsaken the Mother, her earthy creations.
For a material world, superficiality; an artificial, all-physical reality.
We worship the manufacturer, pitiful consumers addicted to and lustful for all things tangible.
All to convince ourselves the sensual, emotional, beastly part is non-existent.
But the execution of the beast only creates more destruction.
That subtle irony; the more human we strive to become, the more animal instead.
A mold that is untruth at best.
Horrific, hideous, repulsive at worst!

We were damned from conception, from the time of birth.

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