UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY - 08/2012

JACK T. MARLOWE

Butchery

the crescent
moon
hangs over
the city
a celestial
meat hook
ready
to impale
freshly
slaughtered
ideals
while
ambition
drips
like
so much
blood
down
the
drain
your life
shrink-
wrapped
by
inertia
another
piece
of flesh
labeled for
quick
sale
or
more likely
to rot
on display
with
the rest
of the herd's
rapidly
decomposing
dreams









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