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mad cow
by Ginette T Bellevirgin skin
too thick to break through
to the burning center
hid away long
like expensive china
too cherished to just let anyone eat off of
and i remember when the sky
seemed like it couldn't breathe anymore
when it could barely hold it's stained head above water
and you just sat there
wrapped up like a stone wall
as if everything wasn't crashing around us
as if things weren't bad enough
with you splattered in blood
in your sheep's clothing
totally unaware that you DO NOT stand alone
that you are a shell of someone else's old wardrobe
that you reak of ketchup
i am not a mad cow
i never wanted to be
11/03/2003 Author's Note: i have NO idea...
Posted on 11/04/2003
Copyright © 2025 Ginette T Belle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 11/04/03 at 05:01 AM the imagery evoked here is mesmerizing... i await patiently the finale... blessings... |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 11/05/03 at 02:40 PM dude. ROCK. imagery and punch and skizzor (yes, skizzor) words here are potent and immense. NICE. punchpunchwhack. holy poetry batman! |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/05/03 at 07:15 PM This twisted very uniquely at the end... i was following the flow then "boom." I will have to re-visit this a few more times. Great read that surprises and intrigues! |
| Posted by Traci Mabats on 11/06/03 at 03:14 AM incredible |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 11/06/03 at 03:53 AM i have an idea... you have ended this with a punch and sympathy... intriguing and vivid... excellent piece :) |
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