Catharsis

The carnivore

savors the moment

when the teeth rend flesh

and the tongue finds purpose.

 

The carcass

savors no moment

of a purpose fulfilled.

Tomorrow,

there will be a new carcass.

 

You, I'm sure, are asleep. 

Reviews

[Darwyn Sansalone]

Overall, a beautifully short and developed poem. Fantastic transition between the hunter and the hunted in the first line of the first and second stanza. The only issue would be your last line, I understand the way you're attempting to wrap it up, but I find the "I'm sure" could be flourished, although the rest of the poem keeps a simple rhythm, those two words use a bit more flare. Unless you purposely want the reader to read that with a slight less importance so they focus on the rest of the poem more intricately.

[Zatoichi]

a cynical wink at apathy, an acknowledgement of the amorality we all rationalize as "making a living."
the lucky ones "make a killing". Clever and concise.

[Andrea Mouser]

this is actually a very captivating story that i have no clue why it draws me. i perfer longer poems but this seems to get it done in a few lines. it makes me wish i knew my purpose like the hunter and its prey.

[Heather Marie]

Holy crap, this is a gem. Short, and very sweet. Your word choices paint a vivid image and convey emotion very well. I really like this piece =) thanks for sharing!

[Vincent Esprit FMI]

rich in meaning, interestignly written

VIncent

[DownTheDrain]

Love it.