Wednesday, April 18, 2007

throbbing

bloody stump
you are circumcised
skinned

some organs, bound in dirt
you are empty, emptied, and emptying still
slave to grind
throbbing carcass

you are stripped of meaning, void
of no importance
but infuriatingly

as nothing
you are
still
everything

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

i liked, i like the tone, which is kind of bitter. it reminds me of this very disturbing, but somewhat fascinating, story i read in which a girl was amputated. it calls to mind that image, which is not too pleasant, so thanks :P but i liked how you had the physical body so seemingly dismantled, but the existence of the person still holds great importance. i maybe think you could have added a few details about setting, for a bit more completeness, maybe.

shadowclast said...

good call on the setting.
i wanted this poem to be very brutal and "punk", just kind of in your face (as opposed to my usual super-symbolic image heavy stuff), but it probably could use at least a bit more exposition.

i dont know how poems this bitter escape my head, really. i don't feel especially bitter, but i just get into this strange headspace at times and can really tap the subconscious. need to take some more psych-related classes :P