{"sf1_id":946000,"sf2_id":"214O4wbn","title":"The Ridiculum","author":"Graowf","words":196,"posted_at":"2015-12-18T21:14:17.000Z","tags":["Human","animal","conflict"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/946000-the-ridiculum","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/214O4wbn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/dd/9a/dd9a2b80-0c6a-4317-8fa0-9006050ad482","description":"Another old one I just ran across ....","content":"The Ridiculum  \n=============  \nby Graowf  \n  \nTheir movement is clockwork,  \ntheir skin wrought in plastic,  \nwith spirits aseptic  \nand minds which unnaturally, twitchingly jerk.  \n  \nMy flesh is warm liquid,  \nmy tears of moist fire,  \nmy passions a pyre.  \nA furnace I burn where desire is hid.  \n  \nMy musk of wet earth  \nand jasmine and rain,  \na sugarplum pain,  \na sweat of foam gouging and goring the firth.  \n  \nThe room is my space,  \nmy desire the air,  \nI, consummate there:  \nthe man and the animal kiss fang to face.  \n  \nThen \\*they\\* mount the threshold,  \nall haughty and empty.  \nMy space of dark beauty  \nthey strip and they bare and then chill with their cold,  \n  \nwith blade to the marrow.  \nThe fine flesh they pierce,  \nquiet, condemningly fierce,  \nwielding unwitted the sword and the arrow.  \n  \nWith silence they screech,  \nwith dull dreams they blaze,  \ntheir clear vision, haze  \nthat binds their dim muses to beauty impeach.  \n  \nMy animal, turning,  \nit runs from the place,  \nas the man hides his face.  \nThe dark now seems silly; the fire, shame burning.  \n  \nOh animal, animal!  \nFlee through the greenwood!  \nTear from your humanhood,  \nfrom the horror of unnatural, passionless Fall!  \n  \n  \n(December 2014)","series":{"name":"Poems","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/941032-the-raccoon-in-the-moon.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/961815-absolute.json"}}