The Architect

He approached his creative design with respect.

He jostled the widgets and appendages with intellect.

He mixed the clay with straw and salt water as to bring earth to his creature's nature.

He curved oracles for eyes and separated clumps for phalanges.

Yet, he did forget to connect the brain and heart.

His frankenstein lacked the soul to feel, the mind to connect.

When his child rose it destroyed all it met.

A prisoner of its flesh, the creature roamed the fields of life with a constant unrest.