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Clean-up Crew
Untroubled, they circle
catching currents
riding high
looking for work
The job a dirty one
uneasy on the eyes
tending to messes
life left behind
Fresh kill prized
but rotting meat will do
infested and diseased
the way this feels
broken-hearted, begging
please just come and take me
Lying amongst dandelions and daisies
I pray to be picked clean
exposed to the bone
set free from you burrowed in my marrow
Let me be carrion
become one with the birds
warmed in horaltic pose
soar on regal wings
span the distance between here
and release
Claim my remains
when they're through
carve them in to art
engraved with your name
craft me into something new
Published 31st Jul 2020
| Edited 6th Aug 2020
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31st Jul 2020 3:05am
It's a metaphor of touching depth to me with a nuanced meaning, there's surrender in connotations both melancholy but also renewing there's freedom and the desire to rise above in the avian connotations. I wrote something that was on this vibration I think. Black birds clear the evening's detritus, white birds laugh at the limned shores. A kind of nature's cyclic yin yang. I think your write is sensitively and proportionally rendered Marie. 💖🙏🏻
31st Jul 2020 11:50pm
Thank you, Daniel! Quite flattered that you put it on your reading list. I'm not familiar with a lot of your poetry yet, because you're a challenging read for me, which I mean in a good way. I so appreciate you taking the time to share your thoughts with me, and the vibration you shared is the one I was aiming for, so reading your comment warmed me.
