Resurrection men

sorenbarrett

Swarms of larval words
devour decaying thoughts
Cobwebs of restraint hold vacant shells
of ideas, once vibrant, sucked dry
Now hollow husks echo
strung from nails of rust
covered with age's dust
Writing's gallows
where resurrection men
steal the dead,
draining ink from their veins,
peeling back their sentence skin,
revealing gramatical guts
but not its breath

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 12th, 2024 02:43
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments6

  • orchidee

    Good write SB.

  • Saxon Crow

    Great poem SB.

    • sorenbarrett

      Thank you so much for the read and comment

    • Doggerel Dave

      If form trumps content, then we're all in the poo?

      • sorenbarrett

        Thanks Dave we all steal a little from time to time whether we know it or not but the essence. As for poo I've been in most of my life.

      • Alan R

        The dark imagery of this poem is oddly captivating, very unique

        • sorenbarrett

          Thank you so much for the read and comment.

        • Thomas W Case

          Superb work.

        • Goldfinch60

          Very good words soren that grab you.

          Andy

          • sorenbarrett

            Thanks Gold for the review and most kind words.



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