AUTONOMIC WEAPON
I'm wired up with reflex loops
So powerfully tenacious,
That all the armies, all the troops,
No matter how predacious,
Could stand and threaten me with death,
In torturous rendition,
And yet at my next halting breath
I'd cough without volition.
And that would be my last cough coughed,
My final itching itched,
My autonomics molotoved
By Vyacheslav Mikhailovich.
D. Edgar Lamp
www.TheDailyPoem.org #62
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Tuesday, November 23, 2010
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