The Emaciated Corpse

I am the emaciated corpse of
Something beautiful, something alive.
Nothing worthwhile remains, only pain
And only hatred.

Void of the inhumane qualities we so desire:
Compassion, hope, faith.
Love.
I cannot love, and yet I am enlightened.
Enlightened by the tragedy
And truth of it all.

I am the decapitated corpse of
Something real, something enlightened.
Something dead. Nothing remains of me.
I am a decaying corpse. I am enlightened.
I am not there.