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Subject - 731

Flickering bulbs, pass a narrowing hall
Where the conscience ape still glimmers
His breath percolates, as he's held to the bed
Straps tugging away at his femur

Fear escalates, as the wheals nimbly turn
Boldly, towards the screaming tomb
For the ape is aware: that no one returns
Exactly intact from that room

Closer and closer, the ape slowly goes
Down to the jaws of the abyss
Where brothers now lay, mementoes for worms
Indiscriminately erased

Squirming with effort, he puts up a struggle
While white coats plant him a needle
Weight grows unsteady, the light becomes vague
Chemically, enabled feeble

As he enter the doors, the ape is aware
He's now subject 731#
An expendable study, a technician spare
With equivalent rights of a sponge

Inside's a lab, baring horrendous emanations
With tools the experiment shivers
It's a Mangles' study, and Ishii's vocation
The proud medicine of butchers

Nearby is a tray; arranged instruments
Precisely, sharpened and lethal
Eyes bulge in terror, as the subject experiment
Howls to the scalpel pierced navel

Cold hands neatly brush, liquid gel to his brow
As electrodes are strapped to his temples
Lips shyly quiver, apprehension out loud
To incremental series of voltage

A lamp hits his face, obscuring the sight
While figures converge in union
One injects a syringe, near his right eye
Exploding fresh bodily torture

It burns like napalm, shredding his lungs
Into a fiery chasm
Abscess engorge, ripping cutaneous pus
Causing involuntary spasms

Muscles contract, his bones into charcoal
As doctors take stalk of their work
The subject attempts to break through the buckles
Finding nothing but his bodies scourge

Another contraction, zone of paroxysm
Enervates the pleading creature
Coughing blood, sanguine tears hemorrhaging
Showing the signs of Lassa fever

The experiments organs, begin to fail
Blindness now courses his vision
Resistance diminishes, the ape slowly stairs
Passing his silence with pleading

No screams are heard, near the end of his verve
Concluding the periods session
New notes are scrolled, to improve studies norm
To make future course corrections

Meanwhile the subject, expunges more phlegm
Secreting from every orifice
Gloved hand then gently, prioritize the end
To where dreams are all amorphous

Now passing with grace, the subject retracts
Wandering gently to sleep
A tear slowly perfumes revealing at last
In death there is always freedom

While everyone else triaumphs the ordeal
For it might lead towards a cure
Or maybe a new line of L'Oreal
Now let's move on to 732#

poem by Kevin Patrick
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