I see the crevices where my mind has changed route
Where the blood has stopped flowing and changed direction
To kill off the illusion of rage and hypocrisy
There’s a skin shed in the corner of the room
no one speaks of it but me
Who’s skin is that? Who was left so empty?
I cry and point and stammer on revealing my weakness
Telling them I can only be human and nothing more
Not a god, not a demon, but the pattern of survival
And the louder I plead the looser the skin
til it falls to the floor
Just like that one in the corner
then a sliver of light shines between the curtain
Behind the scenes, behind the curtain
I reach out a hand stitched together
with puppets of skin.
They roar and laugh and join in in song.
What a masterpiece!
Everybody must sing!
Once in a blue moon
a shed human like me steps behind the scenes
With their skin in hand crying begging pleading to be loved
And the whole time I was begging and pleading with tears in my eyes
Hoping that just one other miserable misfit would shed,
step behind the scenes
And join me.
between the carpet and the comforter By Michael Morlock