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Carcajou
Rest your bones
my hungry one
Truth you seek
must take its toll
Instincts waken
darker fires
that slumber
broods within your soul.
Traps that trade
men's fated spell
only serve to craze their eyes
you have always
known your answers
feelings torn and undisguised.
Drink our minds
till we lie empty
crushed and broken
cold as stars
death comes crawling
from a distance
to place its hand
on who you are.
Published 10th Dec 2009
| Edited 26th Mar 2016
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Anonymous
10th Dec 2009 10:58pm
I don't really know how to define my feelings about this poem, excapt to say that I think it's marvellous:-) Another little masterpiece. Your dark observant eye has awakened from it's slumber once more...
10th Dec 2009 11:00pm
Anonymous
11th Dec 2009 2:12am
Judging by the title I assume it's ostensibly about the small creature most commonly known as 'wolverine,' and I also assume that you've used said creature as a metaphor.
11th Dec 2009 3:48am
Yes, Jack I was reading about the wolverine - an endangered species which cannot exist in captivity unless in a solitary state. Apparently we don't how many there are left in the wild. This rather bleak offering doesn't really reflect all that, nor its penchant for gluttony, but it's what I scribbled down.
