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The Wine Cellar
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Poems Memory fades,
A stone in the sinking mud,
Of the mind's bog peaty,
Silenced by the blanket of earthy redolence.
But a wanderer,
Flitting across the horizon,
You saw of his eyes,
Enough to whisper a song of praise,
Of glistening black's beauty,
Turned away to hide,
The rotting strips hanging,
from the beak obsidian,
A cruel curve,
Plunged into carrion.
What manner of song would escape you?,
Had you lain eyes,
On the menagerie of miseries,
Hoarded jealous behind cellar door,
Just as wine might,
Grow sweeter with age,
The sickly rot, nectar,
to the twisted necrophage.
An ugly cackle,
as you squeal in fleeing,
Your horror flensing,
the withered heart
Could a pig ever love a crow?
Mockery bandages the weeping flesh,
Hubris stems the bleeding,
A putrid poultice,
A salve sardonic
The open wound closes not,
Gaping hungry,
The mouth of a babe,
And so I tear it from the feathered flesh,
and walk down the stone steps,
Into the cool air of my abbatoir.
WOW This is nice, It's one of
WOW This is nice, It's one of those I'd have to reread a couple times to gain much much perspective.
Love the details, metaphors and imagry!
I'm glad you liked it
Still needs work imo but I'm happy you enjoyed it