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Sodden Spirit
by Janine EuladiaTwenty five individuals
watched them dissapear
The earth swallowed them hungrily
spat a few stones, a marker
Deep dwellers descended
Savouring flesh wearing remains
I wanted to taste them for myself
Though hungry as a beekeepers daughter
I just waited, biding the air
that sat stilling all around
till the weighty sod accepted me home 03/05/2007 Author's Note: Spiritual Canabalism
Posted on 03/05/2007
Copyright © 2026 Janine Euladia
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 03/05/07 at 02:47 PM This poem has haunted me all morning, as I've tried to figure out what to say about it. Its crushingly vivid. And I like the rather enigmatic "hungry as a beekeepers daughter" |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/05/07 at 03:56 PM Hmmm, this is truly chilling because of who and what groups it makes me think, and your imagery just nails it. yikes.... |
| Posted by Michael Faraday on 11/28/07 at 08:50 PM Well-said. Enjoyed. :) |
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