Remorse Poem by Monos Unalos

You magnified disaster of the brain
Descending from the justice of the soul,
The stern decree of conscience - half the bane -
When wed to contemplation seals the whole.
You Howl trembling the darkest night!
The vastness of the desert is your home,
Depopulated, not a soul in sight,
A solitude as great as any known.
Oh, you’re the will to vivisect the past,
With scalding scalpel, to unzip and sear
And hold a mirror focused as the glass
By which the depths of space and time appear.
Your moon is like an organ, like an eye
And every starry tear is asking why?