Poe - like ramblings

Have I become a ghost made of vapor,

A digital being in the Matrix

Whose image won't register on paper,

Or a documentary on Netflicks?

Charcoal of a goldfinch eating thistle

Rendered by skillful hands in ancient times

Has the tickle of feather and whistle

Removed from  scarred hearts by cyber crimes

Will we entomb our loved ones when they die,

Coffins with CRT screens will flicker

As their lonely essence apears to cry

But now electric and thinking quicker.

When the dead unite in cyberspace,

And they force we proud monkies to our knees,

Will they destroy us with medieval mace

Or an AI generated disease?

I wonder if I can sleep now.

A couple of beers might help.

usually do

There's a stranger standing at the corner.

His fingernails are green, some have Bandaids.

He has an accent. He's a foreigner,

He looks like he's waiting for  a parade.

The lenses of his eye glasses are cracked,

And he' s wearing an expensive black coat,

English from the last century in fact.

He hums Mozart's operas note for note.

The glasses and his over friendy smile

Apear designed to hide an evil heart.

He says he's known you quite a while,

And needs to see you before he departs.

What bothered me was that unseeing eye.

I had a sharp knife in my vest pocket.

Madeline surprised me. I don't know why

I went unarmed before, I'm in her debt.

As I did with her, I covered his mouth

And drove the knife into his vile, white flesh

And felt his heart beating throughout the house.

There's no aroma lke blood when it''s fresh.

i've never feared the blade or shedding blood,

Don't respect the black demons of the church.

The smell of powder and marching through mud,

Napolean watched from his equine perch.

But the thought of vultures picking my bones

Sends shivers through my damned eternal soul.

So if I should  fall, cover me with stones

That break beaks. A grave is just a cold hole.

wow powerful imagery.

thank you