Nov 2012
Every afternoon I walked past
and there, sprawled static
amid golden brown grass.
I thought someone would move you,
the stench, the gaunt body
obsolete in feeble autumn sunlight,
winter’s overcoat.
I could not look away
from the rough mustard
and chalk white hair.
Flies, bugs clung to you
like a strong-smelling drug,
ebony eyes open
but you saw nothing.
The gap grew each day,
a lump gone
and before long, the rest.
and there, sprawled static
amid golden brown grass.
I thought someone would move you,
the stench, the gaunt body
obsolete in feeble autumn sunlight,
winter’s overcoat.
I could not look away
from the rough mustard
and chalk white hair.
Flies, bugs clung to you
like a strong-smelling drug,
ebony eyes open
but you saw nothing.
The gap grew each day,
a lump gone
and before long, the rest.
Written: November 2012 and March 2013.
Explanation: Second poem written and read out at university, dealing with the theme of decay. Piece is about a dead fox (not entirely sure if a female ***** or not) I saw when walking home from school for a few months during my final year at secondary school in year thirteen (Sep 2010 -to- Jun 2011). Subject to change slightly over the upcoming months. Also available on my WordPress blog.
Explanation: Second poem written and read out at university, dealing with the theme of decay. Piece is about a dead fox (not entirely sure if a female ***** or not) I saw when walking home from school for a few months during my final year at secondary school in year thirteen (Sep 2010 -to- Jun 2011). Subject to change slightly over the upcoming months. Also available on my WordPress blog.
(30/M/Northamptonshire, England)
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