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scavenger
rummaging through the cardboard guts
of the discarded
while in another land
the bones of the wasted
were picked dry by her brothers
bring me to the wastelands
leave me to be torn apart
in the deathbed of my choice
I was once the scavenger
now I bed down to sustain
the cycle
of the discarded
while in another land
the bones of the wasted
were picked dry by her brothers
bring me to the wastelands
leave me to be torn apart
in the deathbed of my choice
I was once the scavenger
now I bed down to sustain
the cycle
Published 14th May 2010
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Anonymous
14th May 2010 1:43pm
Different from your usual work, more subtle and surreal; symbolic, perhaps, but just as intense and creative. I especially enjoyed the phrase "cardboard guts", and the final line is darkly resonant.
14th May 2010 1:53pm
you're right a little different from my other work.. yeah; subtle.. but still dark.. yeah I like that line about cardboard guts too heh.. thanks for the comment and read as always :D
14th May 2010 4:01pm
Birds....I only just realised that's what this reminded me of...beaks and feathery wings and muffled lonely chirping noises. I like it a lot.
14th May 2010 6:50pm
it was actually inspired by a crow outside my apt. pecking at a tossed away mcdonalds fry container heh.. so yeah you got it :D
Anonymous
18th May 2010 3:44pm
a lot, its very intense, the picking sense truly haunts, and brings to mind a whole lot of things,and the brevity only adds to the feel, beautiful nathan.
18th May 2010 11:01pm
I'm glad you like it and found it intense.. you know how I like short poems :D I like putting as much punch as I can in just a few words
