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anthropophagy by =Barnaby:iconBarnaby:

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It waits where it has slept forever,
A need that goes without answer.

And though it whispers of cordial compassion,
I know it means to unmake me.

Instead,

it haunts me with frayed wrists,
the vision of eyes rolled back in the skull,
a birdcage for a chest
and a bird, still as death, unsinging.




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©2009 =Barnaby
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Author's Comments

a lot of work

but maybe an uphill struggle to explain something so inexpressible

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~augustreverie Mar 9, 2009, 6:37:27 PM
it haunts me with frayed wrists,
the vision of eyes rolled back in the skull,
a birdcage for a chest
and a bird, still as death, unsinging.

This is brilliant.
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=Barnaby Mar 9, 2009, 11:36:21 PM
thank you. came to me last night - and torn from me rather suddenly.

--
"No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake."
—Cain's Book - Alexander Trocchi

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=screamandsugar Mar 25, 2009, 5:24:48 PM
it haunts me with frayed wrists

I am not a big fan of this line, I can not really explain further. I just know that it doesn't do it for me and apologize for not being more prolific in regards to this comment. I did however enjoy the rest of the poem.
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=Barnaby Mar 26, 2009, 5:13:12 AM
thank you - i've had quite a few compliments for that line so far... but i'll consider what makes it good and what is not so good

thanks for the comment :)

--
"No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake."
—Cain's Book - Alexander Trocchi

:jester:
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~dead-now May 12, 2009, 2:53:27 PM
The first two lines sort of threw me off right at the start. Especially with the second line. It just seems so... lacking of passion, like it was throwin in just to move along.

The second stanza is brilliant. 'cordial compassion' is a wonderful use of alliteration. That second line is simple and beautiful. Even if it does directly reference the subject matter.

I don't have issue with the 'frayed wrists'. I actually have issue with the line immediately following that one. It just didn't seem to flow as well as it could. However, the two final lines are excellent.

This is quite haunting.

--
'They don't sleep anymore on the beach.'
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