Fodder

Fodder

A Poem by Crimson1

Listen to paradise rattling through the abyss

 

a scaffold of bones woven

 

through lacquered fence and mirror tower

 

hanging garish like burning hides from pillaged huts

 

Pull them aside, and she is smiling beautifully

 

In the caves of the Hindu-Kush

 

In jail cells and board rooms

 

In the milk with the dioxin

 

behind every temple door

 

She makes her labor,

 

and revels in the carnage of our name

to her mortar our bones return the same

© 2012 Crimson1


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very unique images and associations. I had to read this a few times just so I can orient my senses.

The scenes seem to hit the mind one after another, with no segways to guide the reader, which I like. It's like a post-mod film in which a series of seemingly unrelated images flashes on the screen.

"burning hides" "milk with dioxen" "caves of Hindu-Kush"...give the impression of some ancient, medieval or post apocalyptic landscape, simultaneously.

It jars not only our consciousness sense of cause-effect, but time and order.

The "she" is quite mysterious, appearing from nowhere, and I suppose She can stand for a multitude of things, as to what, haven't the slightest clue lol

Nonetheless, this piece is compelling and deserves revisits to unpeel some of the many layers.

Great stuff.



Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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i assume the she i was referring to was death, but that's not the intent of poetry, your interpretation is the only truth to a metaphor. thanks for the constructive reviews and positive motivation.

Posted 12 Years Ago


she spreads her legs and devours the unsuspecting and makes her labor and destroys herself all along

probably not what you imagined to find in a review, but it is where your words carried me

Posted 12 Years Ago


You show a true gift more than happy i got this read rtequest because honestly i love dark writes and this is true art to me it connects right of the bat not letting the reader go perfect in every sense cheers gonzo

Posted 12 Years Ago


The horror, the horror.

Posted 12 Years Ago


well I got a request to read this and am so thankful he directed me towards this...first I pasted this in word to unearth the rich vocabulary you have used....and thanks for enriching mine as well :D as for the write Mr. Hugh, I read it several times before I could make some sense out of the seemingly disconnected images...."she" is mysterious and draws the reader towards her repeatedly...seemingly there is a deep connection between "caves" "jail cells" "board rooms" "milk" and "temple doors"..."she" as per my comprehension is "the mother" to whom we shall always return!

PS: Hope you can make the meaning clear...cant rest unless I understand a poem completely , and that's what draws me towards them again and again :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


very unique images and associations. I had to read this a few times just so I can orient my senses.

The scenes seem to hit the mind one after another, with no segways to guide the reader, which I like. It's like a post-mod film in which a series of seemingly unrelated images flashes on the screen.

"burning hides" "milk with dioxen" "caves of Hindu-Kush"...give the impression of some ancient, medieval or post apocalyptic landscape, simultaneously.

It jars not only our consciousness sense of cause-effect, but time and order.

The "she" is quite mysterious, appearing from nowhere, and I suppose She can stand for a multitude of things, as to what, haven't the slightest clue lol

Nonetheless, this piece is compelling and deserves revisits to unpeel some of the many layers.

Great stuff.



Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The strong image of a women under burning hides, herself burning and pillaged and set out in the town center for the gawkers, lovers, those who wish to destroy her to no avail, she cannot be destroyed, in return she eats our ashes and grows stronger.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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