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Shepherds of Flat Earth - First Draft
by Matthew ZangenIn the beginning there were no words
but poets of sound and scent
bewailing the mother,
with a hunger
gripped by new thumbs
into the beastly depths
of forfeit flesh.
The beaten bone
chose no purpose,
grew no bolder as a blade,
pocked with the burdens
of alpha apes.
"What creature,"
they aped,
"will hear the ground become ours?"
and they stood
12/22/2008 Author's Note: Click here for "finished" version. Thanks for the encouragement!
6/26/09: I rather like this version better. I feel the newer version takes it too far.
Posted on 12/23/2008
Copyright © 2024 Matthew Zangen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Timothy Somers on 12/23/08 at 04:03 AM Nope. Gimme some more of the same to chew on. Please. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/23/08 at 05:31 AM Yeah, this is the kind of thing you can always add a little more to. What's here is fantastic though. |
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