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Where the Kat is Killed and I Eat his Remiss
by Curt Alldaynew leaves
turning over
fading into the soil
yearning to discover
and enter
the long white tunnel
to self realization
in the scheme
of the earth
they held only
a place
in our eyes
under our feet
breathing life in a
collective vessel
in a backyard
where the cat is always sleeping
always dreaming
always taking
its time to breathe
with no purpose
or will
with no remembrance
of the storm
battering its fur
wetting its paws
as they stick
into the trunk
i bite into its flesh
i taste its remiss
and enter
the world
with fangs
tongue lashing the bones
sucking the marrow
and staring up
at its branches
and
fall asleep
put out 10/08/2005 Posted on 10/08/2005
Copyright © 2024 Curt Allday
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 10/08/05 at 04:37 PM This is very creative, very thought provoking. Definately not "run-of-the-mill". And definately good poetic work. |
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