The Human Condition

April 25, 2012
By beccabyverse BRONZE, Staten Island, New York
beccabyverse BRONZE, Staten Island, New York
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Favorite Quote:
\\\"Follow your inner moonlight; don\\\'t hide the madness.\\\"- Allen Ginsberg


The human condition of slander and sin,
You there, with the maggots in your hair,
Ride this train often?

No one speaks, though they whisper words.
Audible utterances of irrevocable critiques with their mind’s eye.
Peering blindly to see,
The human condition,

You there, with the maggots on your skin,
Parasitical flesh devouring serpents of the mind raise you to more belligerences,
Pissing on subway cars with your little maggot minions:
To keep others away.
The white collar, paper waving, novel nosed p***** of the platforms.
Eyes wide, mind shut.

The human condition,
It dwindles with every prolific pompous presentation of the ill- born,
Soon to be forgotten
Faces.
Facades.

You there, with the maggots, the corpses only friends,

Do you pity yourself?
Longing for the robust recreation of a luxury lounge, drinks on the house’s penitent souls?
Or do you look upon these mindless beings through your glazed over, mummified eyes of opulent wisdom and spit?

The human condition,
Barren as the rose bush,
Thorns just as sharp.
They prick. They point,
Overworked, hurting fingers at all.
Shame.
You are forsaken.
Shame for being a being of breath.
Shame for the condition imposed on our brethren, our blood.

Maggots.
They infiltrate the mind,
Living to dead, but yet, once more over,
Trying and fighting to protect and decompose
The human condition.


The author's comments:
Hopping off the D train one day after school, I waited on the platform to transfer to the R train. When an empty car pulled up in front of me I was joyed at the prospect of getting a seat. The doors opened, I stepped into the car, and there was a homeless woman sitting in the corner alone. She, elderly and draped in her large fur coat, had urinated on herself causing there to be an awful stench in the train car. All the passengers, including myself, stood far away from her, horrified by her presentation. However, I, taking a closer look noticed there to be maggots crawling all over her. This sight inspired me to think about the human condition and how each person struggles with the human condition in their own way.

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teddyk said...
on Apr. 28 2012 at 10:15 am
Wow this poem is incredible. I wish I could meet the author, I bet she's awesome :)


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