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"Death of a Poem"
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"Death of a Poem" |
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sullivanthepoet.com Member
since 2007-06-28
Posts 154Devon, England |
Wet charcoal black and stained yellow white the corpse lay leeching its life into the gutter like copper smell molasses, Its syllables, bleeding from the softening pulp of its body, running black in the acid rain of a thousand blood, turned rust, turned pencil grey stained sharp steel words. Tapping, tattling plastic camouflage knives as sharp as charity flicking and guttering across the keyboard as they cut and slash at its failing eyes, Slicing and slipping, opening its tender throat to the light and dark of their jibes, each laying siege to its paper heart with their quickening scalpel edged taunts. Splashing its visceral secrets out onto the death dark tarmac of possibility before sliding back, back into the slime slicked critical gutter, Slithering, stinking, intent on nothing but the sound of its panicked, headlong flight from the horrors of its own body. Why? when it was conceived in the deepest, most private recesses of a tortured soul, loved and nurtured above all, Was it let be born into this cruellest world to lay raw, red meat to the ravening wolves of conceit. Offered up on the altar of poetic critique to tempt a thousand jaded palates, to whet the voracious, pompous, jealous, zealous appetites of self satisfied maws, Thrown, torn and bleeding, to excite spit and blood flecked gnashing jaws invited as literary cerberi.. Left naked, unclean, that the hawks might rip and feast upon the entrails of this first and last tender and unknowing pup of a unique litter, Down, into and down, on down, into the welcoming comfort of the black embrace of the tortuous phrase spat street drain of obscurity... Locked in its final choking, gurgling, life defying throes in that sewer of contempt and lost dreams, How many blood and ink stained bodies still lay, contorted, smashed, twisted in its ebony gut? Had they survived... how many would have died young? How many would have lived for ever had they not been taken at birth? www.sullivanthepoet.com |
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Sekishu Junior Member
since 2007-09-17
Posts 36 |
this is written extremely well and uses amazing vocabulary simply wonderful |
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sullivanthepoet.com Member
since 2007-06-28
Posts 154Devon, England |
You are too kind... I am flattered you enjoyed it - Mike |
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