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    Immortal Soul

The soul does not have smells like iron, the smell

Of iron in blood.  Your soul does not have flesh

(The stench of flesh).  The soul includes no shell

To hide in.  Souls might always smell as fresh

As new beginnings, but they don’t since souls

Are non-existent.  More substantial than

The soul are myths and doctrines.  Rinse souls

And nothing will come out of them.  A man

Has flesh and fragrances and blood because

He actually exists with armpit hair

And odor.  Men can touch you with their paws

When they desire.  Those hands can make you blare.

  You know that men are real because their breath

    Can stink.  Reality involves real death.

© Phillip Whidden