The Butcher

The Butcher

A Poem by Loner

Hands rinsed of the blood
of the slain and forgotten.
Eternity looms.

© 2008 Loner


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Eternity is such a powerful word...such a big meaning for being so simple a word.

I wonder what the inspiration in this piece was...I think of Macbeth to be honest, (out damn spot) or Christ but that could just be left over from just having read your "Saved". I'll be thinking about Macbeth all day now I suppose. There are worse works to dwell on though :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I love how your work can be so tight and compact. Great title. Left me feeling somewhat empty but that's exactly how I feel that it should have left me.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Very powerful. Thanks for entering it in my pic challenge and congrats for winning!
I have featured your piece in my group : )

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

"Eternity looms."
Ohhhh my toes wrinkled! Such was the power of that last sentence.
I see a wet knife and a sun slit wide open: dripping sunset. Ohhh eternity.

It's going to be a long forever.
Very nice.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I think this paints a very vivid image of a butcher. Butcher of animals or even a serial killer. Very powerful with so few words.



Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Eternity is such a powerful word...such a big meaning for being so simple a word.

I wonder what the inspiration in this piece was...I think of Macbeth to be honest, (out damn spot) or Christ but that could just be left over from just having read your "Saved". I'll be thinking about Macbeth all day now I suppose. There are worse works to dwell on though :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Loner
Loner

Where the tumbleweeds blow along a vapid and dusty canvas, CA



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