About The Human Head

I am not certain

About the human head

It seems expressive enough

It seems to contain

Some sort of sentience,

At least some kind of nerve-fired

Responsiveness

But I am not altogether certain

About the human head

Dennett says it is not

Conscious

That nothing is conscious

There is only process

And no coherent self
I am not certain
About Dennett

And I am not at all certain

About the human head

Detached from the neck

I fear it will rot

All too soon

Rust this pike

And stink up this public square

But it is intended as a warning

And the dissenters must be shown

I am still very uncertain

About the human head

Its hatred for its fellows

Its impenetrability

To reason

I think about the Guillotine

I think about how you must lose

Your head

To be free

I think about all that the head

Is

Thinkpiece

Faceplace

Talkzone

Sensedome

Eatmouth

Kisslips

And I am still not certain

About the human head