rags to riches
by Laura Doom
Kill the sheep she cried
ragged tears shearing down
a precipice of compassion
her smile pre-empted on impact.
A lamb to the slaughter
I followed my instincts
into the shadow of the valley
of lifelong sleep
to count corpses--the ultimate soporific;
I howled insults at life everlasting
until the last vestiges of flesh
were shed by the blameless
their skeletons gleaming
pure as moonlit sheets
and bathed in the flooding
my conscience washed clear.
There are no carcasses here
no bleating hearts or sacrificial sisters
to cry over spilt blood.
Posted on 09/19/2004
Copyright © 2019 Laura Doom
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Maureen Glaude on 09/19/04 at 11:42 PM|
you make us want to cover our eyes, and yet not. Powerful stirring writing.
|Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/22/04 at 09:21 PM|
Cain and Able go to Dorset and get a sex change. Powerful images with a theme that is both primal and well-presented. Thank you for sharing.
|Posted by Mara Meade on 09/22/04 at 11:59 PM|
Laura - WOW. My interpretation? Whew... only skeletons left in the end.
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/24/04 at 12:23 PM|
Imagery startling, brutal! There are some religious implications or at least indirect allusions. ei "a lamb to the slaughter", "howling life everlasting", "conscious washed clear". Distrubing!
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/14/17 at 07:24 PM|
Evocative allegory, Laura. Glad I finally read this one.
|Posted by Rob Littler on 11/17/17 at 07:19 AM|
all i hear are bleating hearts now, thanks