RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS
Deformity of the Soul
Remember Richard, Lord of Gloucester
Killer of his nephews in the Tower
Whose deformity of the spine
Was so pronounced that dogs barked
As he approached them
Richard was a villain with a pleasing tune
He charmed his victims before the blade
It would be wrong to judge a man
By his physical deformity and yet…
Many lives would have been spared
Had Richard been judged by his
How much easier it would be if we
could recognize deformities of the soul
as readily as we do those of the body
for though they may not be clear to the eyes
they are exposed to the other senses
Those with deformed souls are clammy
to the touch, sour to the taste
There is a faint sound of moaning and
their smell is of rotting corpses
We need only get close enough to
touch, taste and smell them to know
and be forewarned
But who among us is brave enough
to venture so close and live?
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