A refugee

Gold cherry

By celticman

Thu, 11 Aug 2016
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9 comments
 

Your life laid bare

The sudden intimacy of violence

Blood in the air

Fully exposed.

They place their faith

Your lips, your tits, your cunt

You squat and curl in a life frieze

Uncoil in the truth of a beggar’s lament:

Please. Please. Please

They covet the holding and the rationing

of a body’s clay torn and keening

a closed fist inside

you are throwaway

a ritual they always return

high fives, job well done.  

Certificate 12
Poem
Crime

Comments

Submitted by VeraClark on

Had to look away but dont we all?

 

Submitted by seashore on

"Your life laid bare"...straight in there, and you don't let go.  Good to see a poem from you cm.

Submitted by celticman on

cheer Vera and coral. More of the same and no one gains, but ...

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

re: looking away - this is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day, because it deserves as wide an audience as possible.

Please share'retweet

Picture credit:http://tinyurl.com/jcrnrfg

 

Submitted by london_calling79 on

Visceral home truths. You have the power to shock again and again.

 

Submitted by catherine poarch on

the sudden intimacy of violence - that's exactly it. Congratulations on pick of the day.

 

Submitted by celticman on

cheers London and catherine. Surprise pick. 

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Easier to think of them as a collective mist of trouble makers, no sympathy spent. Poignant poem indeed.

I'm looking forward to reading Lily Poole next week when I'll be in fact near Poole (not sure why I've waited to join geographical location with title) 

 

Submitted by celticman on

ha, Jane, thanks for the Poole and Poole update. Hope you enjoy at least one of them.