The Living

I hate the faces limp and dull
The eyes that will not see
I hate the ones of angst who’re full
Who can’t let life just be!

I hate the unerotic limbs
The loins that will not rouse
I hate the wretch that sins -
A frightened little mouse!

I hate the breasts un-aired to man
Muscles that will not loose
The expression fearful and wan
The man that death shall choose!

I hate the death-in-life, remorse
That fears lest it be free
I hate the ignorant, the bores
The silly and the twee!

I love the reverent, the strong
That do not flinch from life
Let me, dear Lord, be them among;
The scoundrels are so rife!

But most of all I love warm flesh
That rises to my touch
I love the features red and fresh
That greedily I clutch!

I love the soul that faces all
From birth to death with joy
The one that answers glad the call
The rest I’d fain destroy!

Reviews

[Emunah June.]

I get alot out of this poem, and honestly, its a very well rounded little journey! It gives you a peek into several different aspects (or, so how I perceived it, personally) of life and what one would want out of it. The erotic thrill of the human touch, the fire of vengeance, the desire for connection, the pull for carnal satisfaction. Its all so inherently human that its a wonderful reminder about who we are, and rather, what we should be. Well done!

[Charles W]

That's all true, though I don't really believe in vengeance.