The weight of the club shrinks with each blow
The sting of the whip lessens with each lash
The less pain, the more the blood flow
Butchers scraps bound for the trash
Carnage grows wings with time
Vermilion is the slaughter’s apron of leather
No one notices an amputee’s mime
Or falling rain in sunny weather
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Wow! Now that’s a style I can’t say I see often from you…. Wow, just wow!
Thanks, Cryptic Different moods, different styles appreciate the read and the comment
That versatility is refreshing and so welcome 🙏🏻
Powerfully provocative, Soren! This poem hits and causes us to reflect on our own desensitization to the suffering we see around us! Brilliantly done my friend! 🌹👏🖤❤️🖤
Right on the mark. Not only our own desensitivity towards others But toward ourselves as well. Thank you so much for the comment and interpretation.
Indeed! You are most welcome my friend! 🌹👏🖤❤️🖤
familiarity does not always breed contempt .. sometimes, and more often than not, behind closed doors, it fosters fear too .. Neville
That is profoundly deep understanding mate
Are you married, Neville?!
Ahh, supper for KP tonight - scraps! lol.
Go sparingly they are just scraps. Thanks Orchi
I see the need to be grateful for what we have 🌹 beautiful dearest sorrenbarret 🌹
Thank you so much my friend your words are most appreciated
Time to get off the wheel?!
Great write, Soren.
Thank you Mutley
Interesting write….
Thank you John
OK I have noticed falling rain on a sunny day. Clever all the same.
Thanks so much for the read yeah, I know I have noticed it as well, but it seemed to fit as a metaphor
Strnge things can happen behind closed doors soren, we may never know.
Andy
Thank you so much Andy yes they might and often do. I appreciate the read and comment. Have a nice day.
A fine write, brutal, and the last line just nails it.
Thank you, Tom. I appreciate your review and gracious comments.
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