Love el carna, 4 things seen.

Love el carna,
4 things seen,
As a strange man walks
Through a twisted realm:

1
There was a dog
Which had found a bone
Which smelt nice.

2
The bone was near
Many other bones.

3
The dog had gotten hold of
A part of something else’s body.

4
Looking around itself from left to right,
It buried and dug up the bone
Again and again,
As no one else was watching.

5
The dog took the bone the next day
To a place under a tree
Licking and biting the bone,
Due to the taste of what was inside.

6
Another dog came
They growled protectively,
Because one of them had no bone in its mouth,
Though it had a full skeleton,
Protecting its body from the pressure of gravity.

7
The bone was colored red,
Like and because of blood,
And it went by the name of love el carna.

8
He also found a mirror,
Apart from the many dogs and bones.

The mirror was of two mirrors,
Which had each been broken in half
And glued together.

He saw something ugly
Visceral…

It was a threat to his Victorian dignity,
So he broke it;
It was a heart.

9
Later,
A child couldn’t read,
And was shot when it crossed the “kill line”.

Logic says to emotion:
Don’t cross the line.

He said:

10
"I met a messenger
Who I killed due to the message.

I act like a king,
Judging all underneath me as I wish.

That messenger had angered me.
He came with the news.
He simply came to tell me how fucked up I was.

It was a total insult to my self-image.
I am not an animal,
I am a man!

So I killed him,
Because he made me mad."

Humanity plays
A twisted game.

The rules were changed
For the sake of fantasy.

If you’d never heard the truth
You’d believe in the lies.

[size=75]1:
Judgments of attraction based largely on a single sensation.
2:
The amount of things one can potentially fall in love with are innumerable.
3:
Love is an attachment to a small piece of a larger puzzle.
4:
People act as if they were being watched, even when they are alone. In doing so, they bury an dig up emotions compulsively, but eventually must unearth all feeling.
5:
Sometimes things are fed upon – symbolically. No material enters the mouth. It is pure fantasy; totally psychological.
6:
Most of us have all that we need, but progressive compulsions tell them to do or take more. Compulsion sometimes becomes senseless, but inside, they know that if they stop working, they stop living. Oxygen and radiation, to name a few, slowly break their bodies, one little piece at a time.
7:

8:
Some ideals – injure realities.
9:
Some feelings are incapable of logic. No threat or danger will stop them. They must be redirected, and guided.
10:
Inner, “logical” dictatorships sometimes get to being unenlightened. Emotion is merely the messenger.[/size]

wow, what was that? the tiny lines at the end are a part of your poem right?