The Circle

The Circle

A Poem by Chase

Snap!

Pop!

Breaking bones,

with hide torn up

and moose knuckle toes.

The blood is art

and flesh is life;

with teeth that flash

sharp as a knife.

It has not died in vain.

No.

The pain was not for nix;

for with this flesh

shall be fed many.

From it…

There will be life.

 

© 2014 Chase


Author's Note

Chase
Just a quick perspective piece.

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Added on June 16, 2014
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Chase
Chase

Stillwater, MN



About
My name is Chase. I love writing and find solace through it. Feel free to sift through my myriad of words and tell me what you think:) Constructive criticism is welcome! more..

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