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Cadavers of the Hive

Contributed by zeberdee on Friday, 5th August 2011 @ 07:30:35 PM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems



The blood of the west is passing through me
So I can taste the food better and get that sweet material scent
Everything else smells rotten,I guess there must be something I cant see
I can be bothered to look, or question, I have to pay my rent
Sometimes I Wish I had a piece of autonomous power just for me
Wish I could apply critical thought to the things around me, but I digress
For the food and comfort makes me quickly forget, makes me acquiesce
I am just a blue-eyed ant-worker in the hive of the deciders
With their shackles around my ankles I stand in a crowd of cadavers
We walk with our heads bend to avoid the light while we slump
We talk with our feet to avoid question while they lie
Sometimes they tell us to jump
And we ask: 'how high?'






Copyright © zeberdee ... [ 2011-08-05 19:30:35]
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Re: Cadavers of the Hive (User Rating: 1 )
by Waynster on Saturday, 6th August 2011 @ 06:37:02 AM AEST
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Hello, have you written poems before? I was reading your poem and trying to make sense of it. What style poetry is it? Please excuse me as i am not trying to be rude, just trying to understand.


Re: Cadavers of the Hive (User Rating: 1 )
by Deidra_Carmichael on Saturday, 6th August 2011 @ 05:12:03 PM AEST
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I see there are two themes in one here. From this creative write I gather that the speaker seems to be goin with the flow of society which seems to work out temporarily. However, he then notices he is not showered with luxuries. Rather he is assimilated into a system where he is an underling. Awesome write and if I'm a little off with the meaning I apologize (I tend to
Deviate from the actual interpretation in my vast imagination). Take care and may God bless you in Jesus' name,
Deidra


Re: Cadavers of the Hive (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 7th August 2011 @ 01:07:47 AM AEST
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I luv the last two lines.
well done,
blessings,
emy




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