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Sungmoo Bae
Poems
Aug 2021
Mudman
A pile of mud
moving, re-animated:
you watch a trail of stink
—striking everyone's senses—
I'm leaving behind.
A man of mud walks toward you,
sliding smooth
on the façade of a greasy pavement
coming at you
longing, to solicit
your pity
—my body crumbles
at each step I ****** towards you
while watching myself being torn apart.
I stretch my arm, and then my stiff fingers,
each soaked in tears,
to grab whatever I can out of you.
I disintegrate into emptiness
at every attempt I make
—all futile, meaningless.
My muddied lips
set apart to plead,
but only a screeching noise
comes out,
squeaking,
like that of a mouse.
You,
the one with a shovel
—sharp is the blade—
scream at me,
whacking my clay-man body
with your murderous tool
you hold so tight
—this sight of Mudman
must be hideous indeed
to those pupils of innocence,
burning brightly
with consuming hatred.
Lying on the floor
flattened, unaccepted,
the muddied lips
that survived the shattering blow
are squirming still.
You grind them under your heel
merciless.
(C) Copyright: Saul Bae (Sungmoo Bae)
#mudman
#unacceptance
#depressed
#disintegration
#monster
Written by
Sungmoo Bae
28/M/Gyeonggi-do, South Korea.
(28/M/Gyeonggi-do, South Korea.)
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