Sky Burial

By Canonette

Sun, 06 Jul 2014

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7 comments

He gatecrashed the wake,
lured by the carrion stench
of your lonely carcass; vulnerable.

Him circling.

You splayed out on the rocks.
Fresh meat; scored with the cuts
of unhealed hurts.

Him looming.

Black eyes searching you;
a cold vessel, long gone.
Necrotic tissue on the turn.

Then he was tearing into you;
bloodied up to the ruffed shoulders.
Wearing you; eating your heart out
from the inside.

Certificate PG

Poem

Nature

Comments

I'm not up to date on my meat

Permalink Submitted by celticman on Sun, 2014-07-06 08:09

I'm not up to date on my meat fixes, but these seems metaphorical for some kinds of hurts. Great opening line.

Thanks Celticman, you're a

Permalink Submitted by Canonette on Sun, 2014-07-06 10:26

Thanks Celticman, you're a clever sausage. I've long been fascinated with the Mongolian practice of leaving corpses for the vultures to pick at. Seemed relevant!

Wowsers!

Permalink Submitted by scratch on Sun, 2014-07-06 12:11

Let rip why don't you. Excellent here from you canonette. Had missed this one after seeing the title and being intrigued by it. Well done.

Another bird inspired piece,

Permalink Submitted by Starfish Girl on Sun, 2014-07-06 12:43

Another bird inspired piece, with more than the bird behind it I suspect.

lindy

Refreshingly original... your

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Sun, 2014-07-06 19:28

Refreshingly original... your writing, canonette...and this, no exception.

Tina

Thank you Scratch, Lindy and

Permalink Submitted by Canonette on Sun, 2014-07-06 19:29

Thank you Scratch, Lindy and Tina. This was a really emotional one, from quite a dark place!

Nobody likes to see birds

Permalink Submitted by VeraClark on Mon, 2014-07-07 06:20

Nobody likes to see birds peck over torn meat. This is one that raw emotion concentrates, dont sound apologetic for its guts. Deep and soulful, still written with restraint though.