The Death of Apathy

Lumbering antideluvian hulk
Slumbering pulp
Mindless void
Ulcerated sculpture in stagnant flesh
Would that putrid heart be stirred
An anguished cry?
A pleading word?
Death of kin perhaps pervade
reptilian skin?
Dare conciousness languish in that barren waste,
or inertly remain unphased by
flickering screams
celluloid dreams.
Would comatose emotions rise?
Anger slothfully growl?
Prejudice roll a jaundiced eye?
Compassion twitch a blistered lip?
Lust hitch an arthritic hip?
Or shall the mouldering caress of
Apathy's familiar fingers
On that petrification
Anatomise your soul into oblivion.

kazzy