Corporations are no longer
inanimate sterile things.
They’re now breathing fleshy
with blood money flowing
through wheels levers pistons
rhythmically turning
deep sea blue to ghoul red
anointing black robed
Victor Frankensteins
to keep Fiends well nourished
and magically cause Creatures
to rise from the dead
with their wild incantations.
While Monsters use up
all free speech that is uttered
mere mortals can't buy a word
just a consonant here and again
found in a graveyard.
Some Adams of Victor’s Labors
think (?) contraception
against religion (!), then
Wretches trump people (!?)
as The Modern Prometheus
dissects ghostly law
like a science school project
held together by webs
taken out by morticians
with the afternoon’s trash.
With all mad scientists
the Vile Insects may elect
the black sky’s the limitless.
In the meantime
have mercy
on the poor corporation
yellow lips watery eyes
shriveled face
resist the temptation
to be a bigot.
Gil Hoy studied poetry at Boston University, and started writing his own poetry in February of this year. Since then, Gil’s poems have been published in Soul Fountain, The New Verse News, The Story Teller Magazine, the Clark Street Review, Eye On Life Magazine, and Stepping Stones Magazine.