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The Dinner Party
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July 17, 2009, 5:31 pm
Filed under: Salience | Tags: cemetary, exequies, ghosts, graveyard, literature, myth, party, paul robinson poetry, poetry, Possession, trauma, verse, writing
Filed under: Salience | Tags: cemetary, exequies, ghosts, graveyard, literature, myth, party, paul robinson poetry, poetry, Possession, trauma, verse, writing
Oblivious to screams matching each incision,
(The skin flayed, the brawn devoured)
Chatter traversed my decimated torso.
I could not forgive the mind for living on,
After dinner the brain was left, the guests gone,
No pain now, just the horror of the feast.
[Interim] digest.
The remnants of my carcass boil away in a large pot,
I watch through the eyes of the dog.
[Interim] stray.
In the churchyard there is no set place,
No grave to offer me,
As I shift the loam to find me a cut.
PRobinson
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