MAGNIFICENT
BY SAMUEL PETERSEN
©2020
His pulse is pure and undefiled.
Sweat.
Breath.
His glory.
Muscles tired and groaning.
Skin bent, wrinkled, and fragile.
Stomach growling until light sheds.
Pieces of flesh like pickled cabbage.
Hearing sounds.
A life force embezzled.
Sore feet.
Aching hands.
Tired knees.
I wonder if he ever played sports?
What was his childhood like?
Stale gray hair.
Steel eyes.
Molded face like an artist's clay.
Bone body.
Holding hands like a vapor mistake.
There is so much pain.
His heart beats.
Out of breath.
Coughing to no end.
A chest only hides the insides.
I believe...but does he?
How is it possible...one being can be so magnificent!
