Vivisection Poem by John Amsden
Vivisection
The darkest of arts
In magic vile, obscene
The cruelest of acts
In torture: we must lean
A tottering, sickening,
Diseased, dying world,
Poisoned, near mindless
Or bared to herald
Scientific misnomer
Few flee obeisance
What e'er their beliefs fruitless
Invalid now conscience.
And the animals
Suffer as never before
In vile persecution:
For more...and yet more.
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4/20/2024 10:35:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Chilling to the bone, I can see the images. Nicely done.