Abattoir Poems - Poems about Abattoir

...I have often witnessed death though not ever the last breath; field mice frozen in a jar; slaughtered lambs in abattoir, dissected frogs in school labs, cruel boiling of live crabs for import......

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...the oppression The town's sewer pipe ends in the middle of a fjord a gray mass slowly dispersing forever into blue water like a sin forgiven after Sunday's mass. When the last sheep was broug......

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...sold my crux for poetic flux to an immortal husk in a tux, his musk was of the set dusk, waft of an abattoir in the sun. he ton of tone and run, poetic stun gun and it's so fun, coaxing to co......

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...I walk o u t... I am lost in unapproachable light—a spectral broth I am tasting the screaming silence—the archetypal observer dissects my essence-fossil Passion a seismic rupture betwee......

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... We all headed off from Chingford, from good old London Town Us the McGregor Brothers, and 'Pigman' our murdering clown Leaving the 'Turtle and Monkey' very close to 'Dorset Street' Whe......

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...walk the urban sprawl, where skyscrapers pierce the sky cities bleeding_assoc. carnival lights bloodshot dreams that flee, like squirrels unconfined biting frost of winter, within the tumul......

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...The stench of puerile self-aggrandizement wafts through the air, a noxious cloud of platitudes and pomp, as the pusillanimous pustules of pseudo-intellectualism congregate to lavish accolades upon on......

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...The diaphanous hush whispers of the nightshade, float upon petals red breeze, like the ethereal crypt sigh of a crimson lachrymose fountain vein, fully opening - to release; Here I'm a flock ......

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...In the cartographies merger with the soul, where topographies bring thought converge, a hidden rose blooms, its petals unfolding, like a cipher's dark emerge, thorns burst contradiction ......

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... Too little too late God said to me in this dream I had about fate So I asked him what did he expect, A goody two shoes a prophet a saint to be something I ain’t Not at all he ......

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...From the chthonic chasm, I materialize in sarcophagus Spectral filaments of the netherworld Spiral in a maelstrom around my silhouette Osseous structures fracture contort I ascend from the fecund......

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...Fragile fragments lachrymose, sanctified sapphire rivulets, lamentable malevolence of my fetters, is there a sanctuary from this tableau to which I am shackled as you cascade down the window pane? E......

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...Esoteric enchantress mellifluously serenades Abattoir hymn of threnody in this boudoir Quintessential embodiment of thanatopsis Quixotic dreamscape’s lachrymose fountain Melody of scarlet puppet......

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...An abattoir, a hymn of scythes severing flesh, is sung mellifluously by a siren with onyx scales. Bubbles in the twilight abyssal depths, a symphonic orchestra of eels gavotte. Orbs watch at these pr......

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...Lest I halt this pervasive thought that’s wiggling in to perform something indescribably ineffable. As repose in this boudoir, my ossuary exudes a graveolent aura, a baleful lust for the necromantic.......

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