Men of blood

Posted: April 30, 2015 in poetry
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Blood-drop

Men of blood with poison in their groins
Will bloat blue corpses down the Ganges River
And slake their vapid thirst with liquid sewage
Their skin will dry till it becomes like leather

Men of bone with caterpillars for eyes
Will leak a slime transmogrifying pain
In pearls of pus which stultify the sane
They loom with mouths of razors in my brain

Men of marrow with candles in their thighs
Will watch when archetypal maidens die
And pretend that they know all the other guys
Who helped to kill her with their hate and lies.

Men of veins with cracked and vulgar minds
Draw skulls in blood all over whitened walls
Then scratch their never washed and festering balls
Not knowing they’re a paradigm of these times

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Comments
  1. Good God you’re talented with image creation. If only the images were the ones I wanted to let dance in my brain. Alas, I have to let them in only to appreciate, then float away.

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  2. Thanks Karen I will try to write one with cheerier imagery

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