Left for Slaughter


because it is your face in my dreams,

you there in the circle

always was and will be

even afterwards,

after you’ve bled me

and left me

to slaughter there on the stone

even then it will be you

and your danger

and your beauty

even then,

even when you’ve torn

my guts from their moorings,

even then, ย even then,

even if you let me,

even then,

even if you won’t,

even then,

even when we are loosed on the Earth

like curs,

even then…


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14 responses to “Left for Slaughter

  1. “…even when youโ€™ve torn my guts from their moorings…”

    I had the same problem with a curry I made last week.

  2. bgbowers

    I like the energy and momentum of this piece. Like an outpouring of emotion and thoughts. xoxo

  3. Reblogged this on Wordifull and commented:

    A reblog from May ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. Your words always have so much power and emotion. Tension in the pacing…you are a wonderful poet. So strong and sometimes raw.

  5. nokindofmagic

    Even then, even then… Like a rattling thought not willing to rest. Many choices, one conclusion. ‘Fate’ is nearly religious, an interesting context for being left for slaughter. Just a thought ๐Ÿ™‚

  6. Even through everything – we still continue. For me it is someone I love.

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