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RED SCENTED DEATH
Contributed by
richardworts
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Wednesday, 7th May 2003 @ 04:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Red scented death calls a stray cat to breakfast.
The sun paints black the feline framed by the trash bin lid.
He looks for has promised meal, meal missing he licks at the blood and cries with regret into the empty morning.
A garbage truck transformed to hearst mixes garbage with a small boy's body parts.
Mommy's hugs, butterfly kisses, and dreams of puppy dogs away forever.
His lifeless refuge churns in the stomach of the four- wheeled beast the low muted growl, echoed through no cathedrals, herald no Angels and trumpeted no opening gates to heaven.
A torn T-shirt shredded blue jeans, remnants of innocence tumble as the beast droning eulogy fades distance.
The green beast vomits its rancid cargo.
The heat conducts the dump's stench to a crescendo.
Wing filtered sun plays broken shadows into sadness sweeping the vulgar landscape.
Pillaging gulls screech the only announcement of the boys’ arrival.
Profane mounds of life's discards yearn for darkness to blanket its benign sin.
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2003-05-07 04:05:00]
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Re: RED SCENTED DEATH
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by venkat on
Wednesday, 7th May 2003 @ 05:59:58 AM AEST
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vomiting of rancid cargo by the green beast..
wierd scene..but poem doesn't seem to have any climax..o.k this is an excerpt of of your novel.. it is interesting.. venkat |
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Re: RED SCENTED DEATH
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by richardworts on
Saturday, 10th May 2003 @ 03:12:05 AM AEST
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The last line is the anti-climax .The dump wanting to cover the dead body it had had no hand in . Yet if I had to explain it it was not written properly. I will re- think it .
Thank you for the comment .Sometimes we can't see through our blindness. It happens when you work on something too long with out another prespective. Thanks again!
peace rick |
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