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Nametags For Cadavers
by V. Blakeand the footnote would be
"mediocre human who died in obscurity."
it's kind of like a single, hyper-extended moment--
like the math checks out,
and you are exactly the sum of your parts.
i can line up every frame from end to end
and it's all the same color.
go with the flow from womb to grave.
i am the white space in a barcode,
and it doesn't matter where we begin. 04/30/2015 Posted on 04/30/2015
Copyright © 2025 V. Blake
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 04/30/15 at 07:38 PM I love how the first paragraph sums up a life in quotations and the last one reveals what interprets that summary, a barcode, the means of cataloging for commerce and profit. Very well written. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/04/15 at 03:47 AM "i am the white space in a barcode," love this line. This seems very sad, somehow, and certainly thought provoking. Great title also. Thanks, Vince. |
| Posted by LK Barrett on 05/06/15 at 08:23 PM It was a very human and intimate thing to do to write out the toe tags on the human flotsam/jetsam in the city morgue. Of course they barcode them now. Brother's been out of a job for twenty years behind those barcodes. At least that's what his toetag will say. I loved this, my friend. Thank you for the write. lk |
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