Saturday, May 18, 2013

Poem: Cerberus

Originally published in The Vehicle:

The version below is slightly modified.

The alternate title of this poem is "Peoplesuck"





triad of pinschers,
mutated knocker
on fate’s door,

into teeming shambles
of half-flesh,

and barking
in the umbral throng,
too many babblers to shunt

except by savagery,
too many moldy egos
in a downward trench.

death the hated embolus,
fearsome cork
bottling a seethe of wounds:

bloods vaporous and blended,
decaying bloat
of beggars and brays,

huddles of tatter
in a scared compendium,
worried by stark teeth.

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