an old fashioned achievement
a new poem by Surge Brainsgorge that appeared in Aorta Burst Zine #2
I murdered the giant and felt a great sense of accomplishment
jointed, peeled, boned, I oversaw the great deconstruction
of his corpse
viscera abandoned to lower beasts
the master organ the prize of the victor
my feelings entwined in monumental work of gods.
It took two men to lift the skull
rippling intraversaii of apprentices streaked with the salt sweat of my decision.
When we shook it there was a rattle inside
the rattle of a beautiful bone chord. I swore them at once to secrecy.
I had discovered a great head harmony
my own claim to greatness.
bonesaw creating cranial mites I used the tools of everyman to penetrate the cavernous head
but having completed my exam I had no method of replicating the sound and nothing but the dust dead on my palms.
I told others of my discovery over drinks,
the apprentices had taken to calling it my calcified cacophony.
A hilarious revelation and an appreciation of skill
but how to explain fully the sound that I had destroyed?
Like the quarter day detachment of slain giant from face my lips would never bring satisfactory answers to upsetting questions.
More of this sort of thing was the vague tributary at which I was to succour the ideas of the inner workings.
I could not believe the stonewall of unknowing towards my failure.
I came home to you and disclosed little of what happened
concentrating on elaborations of the mechanical act.
I told of what I felt was my fraud, and this was battled with profusions of love and a comfortable reassurance.
I resolved to kill a bigger monster.
Surge Brainsgorge
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