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Scarecrow
Contributed by
joelmuses
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Friday, 29th January 2010 @ 11:03:39 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Scarecrow
How they peck at you, you stuffed, silly man. Keeping vigil of somber field, and hateful orange sky. The sun is eclipsed, blotted out by the murder.
and they descend in a terrible fury. Grotesque cawing and so harsh a cacophony that you shiver
i can not. the image the pathos all encompassing My eyes wide shut the walls laughing.
I wish this fist would tighten. I hope to God to be nothing more than this scarecrow. stuffed, silly man, resigned to seeing always the murder ahead but never the merciful sleep.
Oh I would kick and claw and tear and rip and shred and kill
this black host. They rend flesh from bone. My brittle hollow bone that feeds the earth and changes man.
Scarecrow, Scarecrow, Scarecrow
When will we learn to let them come and swallow us in black feathers?
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joelmuses
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Re: Scarecrow
(User Rating: 1 ) by spud on
Saturday, 30th January 2010 @ 04:22:48 AM AEST (User
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Hi,
Very powerful, and very dark. Paints vision of
the innocuous scarecrow with the ''All seeing eyes!''
Well done.
Tommy
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