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Laboratory lights sizzle In the presence of the Midnight scientist. Irate tinsels of electricity Strike his apparatus, And coerce the limp, naked corpse outstretched On his table Back to life. Contrary to the scientist’s Great expectations, The corpse wails at the Discovery of his renaissance. In a vehement tantrum, He thrusts test tubes and beakers Left and right, Each shattering and leaving Chromatic, flammable residues On the sensitive floor. “You FOOL. Do you not understand That you have deprived me of HEAVEN And its splendorous elation? Do you not realize that you have wrestled me From the benevolence of the angels Only to reacquaint me with the Wickedness of the earth? No crime is greater than this cursed Life you have bestowed upon me.” “But Charles, I loved you like a brother!” The laboratory lights sizzle In the presence of Smoke and inferno. The walls recede into powder, And blanket the deceased. Both mangled corpses, Reduced to smoldering bones, Lie solidified with arms reaching Toward Heaven With jarring smiles on their faces.
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May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 2:53 PM UTC
Midnight Scientist
Laboratory lights sizzle In the presence of the Midnight scientist. Irate tinsels of electricity Strike his apparatus, And coerce the limp, naked corpse outstretched On his table Back to life. Contrary to the scientist’s Great expectations, The corpse wails at the Discovery of his renaissance. In a vehement tantrum, He thrusts test tubes and beakers Left and right, Each shattering and leaving Chromatic, flammable residues On the sensitive floor. “You FOOL. Do you not understand That you have deprived me of HEAVEN And its splendorous elation? Do you not realize that you have wrestled me From the benevolence of the angels Only to reacquaint me with the Wickedness of the earth? No crime is greater than this cursed Life you have bestowed upon me.” “But Charles, I loved you like a brother!” The laboratory lights sizzle In the presence of Smoke and inferno. The walls recede into powder, And blanket the deceased. Both mangled corpses, Reduced to smoldering bones, Lie solidified with arms reaching Toward Heaven With jarring smiles on their faces.
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May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 2:53 PM UTC
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