Carcass Poems - Poems about Carcass

a carcass is moving out from the white of the eye it is so all-consuming dots form in lines on the absentee spine dry undefined lumps are soft and infusing the bruises and rind and the opal contusions they fire with pus and with derelict mucus that rises in shape as if living and human adorned in...

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I have calluses on the inside of my body. I am smooth and polished on the outside. But once you peel away my cocoon, you will find cuts and bruises. My intestines are knotted, tied in one big bow. My bones are cracked and discolored. my muscles are tangled and weak. My brain has pins in it, i am someone's voodoo...

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In this landscape, lies a nest made of brown brittle leaves, cracked asphalt, and tire flattened filters this creature, stands broad shouldered and stupid with a flat face and eyes open so wide they are windows offering a glimpse into the bones of a building. Yet there is a maw so wide and welcoming, as if by design we...

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I don't want to hurt others with this thought But my work can hurt others besides myself I'm spinning, I don't know what to do Like the ocean of other people's passion I have a wooden boat wreck My brain is not made for this world I hear chattering An illusion, a nightmare, a disorienting confusion I am waiting for you to tell...

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Do not leave my carcass in the city, Bury me whole by my grandfather’s side. Let me repose far from the vanity. The skyscrapers offer no charity, and people stay indifferent to plight. Do not leave my carcass in the city. There are no modest pledges of fealty to the men who seek to live by the light. Let me repose far...

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In the dark recessions of the corpse canals, Where the breaking of bones sounds the eerie air like the clanking of bells, Where the tearing of tendons whistle and hiss, Echoing across blood water lakes laced with piss. Found deep within a Carcass Catacomb, where the restless undead candidly roam, There are, unfortunately, the unlucky few...

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The country is at war again War of hustle and bustle for power Power for self aggrandizement All in the name of democracy Birds of prey are in full flight Hunting for the Carcass Of the comatose nation All in the name democracy Friends are turned foes Adversaries have become strange bedfellows Scuttling shamelessly from one nest to another All in the...

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very early right after I lost everything that day was born with me scared in the woods refuge of one who has forgotten the padded way of his own sanity feeling cold without sun rays or comforting thoughts the menacing shadows freeze your soul every sound is a monster that comes to get you the falls wounded legs and arms the back...

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The beauty of truth shriveled and spit Like July 4th snakes, dying on the sidewalk My eyesight is going, but I don’t think I lie My shingles are back, expressing anger and pain My flesh house is crumbling I will not be sorry when it dies The smells of old age parade around in my house Sneering and poking their fingers at...

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William Shakespeare: Carcass The remnants of virtue used and earned, eternal and the extent of such, vainglory is measured thusly so, so be it, a valued lesson learned. Should beauty pleasure men so justly, and fair maidens make their faces glow, tempestuous journey lies before, for the wise scorn and fools do wrongly. Regard the advice that you must prize, and live your life fulfilled...

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The Carcass The best part of the meal, the bones, the things others throw away. The wingtips, the neck, the gizzard, the lizard... a fowl needs to be cooked and stewed. A bit of broth, a giant onion, scallions if you have them. Carrots because they are bright orange... Celery, long stalks, and short, for the picky and...

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Trump Shields The US From Becoming A Carcass Full With Ants Trumps draws a line in the sand He's shaken all the trees in the land Call him whatever, okay an ass Yet keep in mind his motto USA first From the civil war to now No other's brought out the plow Like how Trump has outlined in his model In stomping...

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Honoured is our kin fed with a sliver spoon bred and reared in Elysium. Swith is he, an ironic typhoean _ (he 'l be)- Our immerse hero.. So will he slump a thousand times but not like a coward. I will tirelessly mull over how long he lives like a mammoth, how great he'l emerge like pharaoh.. Tender is his flesh at...

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The shell remains, picked clean by Hungry vultures, ravenous with greed- Eyes, gouged out, now vacant in their stare. Raw morsels of choice bits and parts, Unsparingly stripped or torn away, and Soft gutted vitals furtively devoured, Totally filled the needs of scavengers who Yielded to hunger and shared the feast. Cruelly, the carcass rests on bony frame Although once supported by plump, Round parts,...

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The shell remains picked clean by hungry vultures ravenous with greed. Gouged-out eyes now bare hollow sockets vacant in their stare. Morsels of choice parts deftly stripped or torn away— and gutted vitals, furtively devoured, have filled the wanton needs of scavengers who shared the feast. The carcass rests flat on bony frame supported once by plump, round legs on which it mightily ran. There...

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