Leper

Posted: March 11, 1987 in Poetry
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Slumped by the wall
Trampled by feet
Too dirty and too obscene
Sign around its neck
In big block letters:
LEPER OUTCAST UNCLEAN
In sixteen different languages.
Missing one wrist and
About half of its face
Splotches of purple and green
It silently speaks
Through rotten teeth
LEPER OUTCAST UNCLEAN
But no one hears him.
It has no feeling
In its arms or legs
As it watches them turn gangrene
With dull eyes it sees
An uncaring world
LEPER OUTCAST UNCLEAN
Alone.
Its entire body putrefies
Right before his face
But his senses still are keen
It’s completely numb
And stone cold dead
LEPER OUTCAST UNCLEAN
The flies feast at noon.

[obviously influenced by Stephen R. Donaldson’s Chronicles of Thomas Covenant the Unbeliever]

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