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Evolution of the Lifeless

by Max Bouillet

"A predator is the culmination of its victims."

She is strips of meat
dangling between
the teeth of predators.

Her soul is
in their bloody breath
as they speak
the language of murder.

Unaware of herself,
she sleeps
in her killer's flesh
only to awake
to the scent of blood.
She is self-aware just long enough
to welcome future victims
to their new home
(a colony
of the non-violent
in the belly of the beast).

11/29/2005

Posted on 11/29/2005
Copyright © 2024 Max Bouillet

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Laura Doom on 12/02/05 at 08:19 PM

Nested colonies... angels are irrelevant here :> Unsettling, motivated writing - you have enviably high standards :)

Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 12/03/05 at 09:47 PM

reminds me of my "neon people"... indeed... there are so many lifeless... blessings...

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