Poem: Homunculus

Homunculus 

 

Ago I watched a woman coax

A fellow back from death.

Sand clung to the drowned

Man's shoulder, briny fluid

Dripped from clustered hair

Breath pushed lung to throat

In that moment inelastic life

Crashed back upon the dead

like a shadow tsunami

A curl of pale and bilious gas

Fumed from chimney nostrils

Solidified in black to wight

A crowd appeared though I alone

Observed that embryonic beast

Queasy, shivering afright,

I marked its flight beyond the foam

And with a sudden acumen

retrained my sights on death undone

Anon the surly imp invades

My repose, persists, cajoles

Courses as the Golden Horde

Across the spear grass steppes

Lodges of despondent darkness

Curtains drawn in masquerade

Where to the sopping man, renewed,

Removed I have no honest clue

Yet, with Lutheran conviction:

Beware the mirrored urchin clone

Loosed against our universe

Deceptive doppelganger who'd

Concuss humanity, earthbound

Sedate the benefactor faction

Throwing shade across the globe

Foment a foul and frothy chaos

Their like exists, implicit legion 

Homunculi, contrary of the crowned

© 2017 Michael Jones