Beneath the Wheel.

Beneath the Wheel.

A Poem by Oddpoet
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Kafkaesque look at the fates, redemption and death!

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Beneath The Wheel

 

I lay prone, driven down by my collective sins.

I try to cry, as I lay tied from my ankle to my thighs.

 

My skin has been flayed from my body and I moan in supreme pain.

I am EXPOSED!

 

Hooded people walk past, their faces shrouded in shadow.

Some laugh, other shakes their heads, as in judgment...

 

Some cry… One person approaches me, I think it is a woman.

She lays a yellow rose upon my chest and one tear rolls down her cheek and falls upon my chest.  She gets up her body shaking as in great pain and rejoins the procession...

 

Is there mercy in this world I ask my self, Confused.

NO!!! Only retribution!  There is no such thing as mercy in this world.

 

The procession ends.  A strange wind blows, caressing my exposed nerve endings.

 I moan, I have never felt such pain before.  I was about to pass out when I heard this rumbling, deep it sounds, the earth beneath me shudders.

 

Dispite the pain I raise my head slightly and see this huge wheel of rock rolling towards me.

I scream, “What madness is this?”  “What is my crime?”

 

It rumbled, “I am the wheel of truth, retribution and justice; I have been called many things,

I was forged in magma when the earth was young and given intelligence by the divine one.  I judge and you have been exposed.  Your sins are your own.  That is why you have been flayed down to sinew and bone.”

 

You are a lucky Human!  For my judgment gives a chance at rebirth.  The Devine one’s justice is eternal, inviolate and terse.

 

The wheel approached. I struggled to move but I could not.  I panicked as the wheel stopped at my feet... Be ready Human, my judgment is pain.

 

It rolled over my feet and I could hear the bones snap like twigs in a summer storm...

Up it rolled to my femur and it shattered like Chrystal glass dropped by a careless hand,

 

On it rolled, I could no longer feel the pain.  The human body can take so much and then it ignites in flame.

 

It paused at my chest.  Its voice almost a caress.  Was their passion there? 

Goodbye Human….   Then their was Darkness……………………………………………………………………

 

I did not awake.  I suddenly became conscious.  I did not have a body I was simply aware.

In the darkness, beams of light pranced back and forth, laughing at my confusion.

 

Where am I, who am I… I cried!  One light approached me and said you are pure energy New One! 

 

What?  “You are the energy the almighty calls upon when deeds need doing.  You will learn New One.  Oh yes, you will learn...  And after you have served your time, into the eternal embrace of the sublime.”

 

Confused… I heard a gentle voice calling me… And I followed it.  Content.

 

 

 

Oddpoet

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2008 Oddpoet


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Oddpoet
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Barrington, NJ



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