Homunculus

She’s lost her head

Off it went

Seeking adventure

Without that cumbersome

Body

Attached

Following rabbits

Into mysterious holes

In their alibis

Five kilometres wide

By mutual consent

Misconceptions

As desired

Overlooked

Left unnoticed

Oh!! She sighed

Before she cried

For her loss

She was her own boss

But her head kept on travelling

Heedless

Of her loss of pride

Or how she’d tried

To talk

Without

A mouth

Or mind

Then

Overnight

She did sprout

Another head

Upon the shoulders of her woes

It rose and rose

Her very own homunculus

Hitched a lift

As if she was a bus

An embryonic troublemaker

With a penchant

For a fuss

So here it sits

Slightly askew

A whole new point of view

Whilst her old head pursues Alice

This homunculus

Wreaks of malice

Toasts life

With a chalice

Of freshly

Siphoned

Blood

And

Nothing being denied

Lives

As if

It owns

Her palace

Copyright May 2013

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