Long Butchery Poems

Paradise
like Rome
is not built
and not rebuilt
and rebuilt
and redeveloped
and healed
and redeemed
in one 24-hour
cycle
and recycle
and revolving
round day v night,

And/or 
appreciatively regarding both day
and dualdark
rich and fertile 
souled and soiled
recycling night.

So too
my personal
and political
and economic
and ecological
and theologically reformed...

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Our lusty voice was in the tramp of narrow, winding,
     Scree-littered, deep-rutted roads;     
 Ravens, uttering guttural croaks, slow-wheeling above      
 ...

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And all the world would change forevermore,
for solitude’s content has come undone.
Its island bliss could harbor it no more  
as destiny unleased the rising Sun.
The sleeping giant woke to see its rays
unfurl their wrath...

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Aftermath of war: onerous task...

to salvage flotsam and jetsam
of human wreckage
amidst a sea where triage
witnessed courtesy scattered corpses
populating the Gaza strip
more'n pound of cold flesh
forced sacrifice appeasing
vengeance usurped quarterage
tendered for countless generations
predominantly innocent victims
hostages held...

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Animal Chain Atrocities

No longer a bucolic photo op
bedecking a cover of Life magazine

Free grazing
pastoral images
now but bewildered enslavement

Animal commodities
factory farms and feedlots
CAFO habitats raising
sixty billion a year for dinner tables

Chickens

Hi-Tech slaughter
football fields long
alethic poor
four walled...

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Have you ever seen your organs on display?
it's quite... mesmerizing 
a.... disturbed euphoria if you will

The first item that I gazed upon
was my heart, it's beat
ever flowing in a rapid succession
of strings and multiple palpitations...

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2/23/24

It's not in all the books we read
Souls put to sea
Continual butchery
They carry on crookedly
Trying to coat the truth with something sugary
Some know and don't care others never could agree
A never ending battle where evil...

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When death comes, sordid, scary
I shall not fret, as others do be
I shall not be shaken, not in the least measure
But will welcome him with utmost pleasure
He shall sit upon my crouch
And beside him, I...

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Written: March 28, 2024 For Edward Ibeh Contest
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It is a myth that time cures any wound,
It is merely what people...

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Dedicated to Robert Lindley. Warning this tale is dark.

THE DOVE

A bloody stain upon the sheets, how cruel!
Soulless weight of the wretched beast who’d rule.
With his bare paws and downward thrust he’d crush,
Rake over the virgin,...

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This poem is a re-post from last year for the situation is worsening daily.

ELEPHANT’S GHOST
I am represented as a trinket on a 
Human's wrist.
I was bought from a vendor,
Sometime last September,
I remember the vendor, he...

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ELEPHANT’S GHOST
I am represented as a trinket on a 
Human's wrist.
I was bought from a vendor,
Sometime last September,
I remember the vendor, he was,
Approached by a man in the street,
This man had stepped out of the...

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Imagine the weight of the air in that house
which in the summer months would strangle you,
wearing heated gloves. Tough luck.
A gulf of emotion that is always a week ahead;

trying to claw back
a sense of permanence

as...

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That mad doctor wants to rip me open, head to toe, I just know it!

His scalpel is sharpened and hungry for a slice of flesh; it thirsts for blood.

"Just a 'nick'", he tries to soothe,...

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As he was bedridden down, the healer pavement stairs
          With his limbs overturned, like hooked butchery meat
         ...

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Rising from the desert sand
was a shimmering mirage
of a thousand shouts
	Heated winds of fanaticism,
	intense and blowing violently loud
Shrill calls to blood prayer seethe,
breathing fiery invocations
of a perverted philosophy
Screaming death to the infidels — 
a scarlet...

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Tommy Atkins was a good boy
grew to be a good man, good soldier,
packed up his troubles in an old kit bag and smiled
as his entrails blew out with aplomb;
he died as the black rain struck...

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Poor Blue. Written about a visit to the butchers with my mum, in Liverpool, when I was a child

Poor Blue

To butchers I went
With mother to spend
Some money on meat for the week
For two days a...

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Mixologist witch. You serve a drink but with a nasty twist. You said you despair, as you’ll so easily break a pair? Never a spoonful of sugar to help the medicine go down, always a...

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Come friend, let’s go to where it all began:
Where you eased the heart ache and eased the pain.


The window’s warm light, embering darkness.
The intoxicating sawdust sets the scene:
In succulent reds, butchers dress
With neat laced mince-trays...

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Detested humanity                                 ...

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You're wearing the cap with the crooked cross emblem,
hoisting your neo-Nazi flag high
You dream of a revived Fourth Reich kingdom,
hoping that you see it before you die
"Hate your neighbor" is your rallying call,
it's the opposite...

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Feel the smoothness, wonder at the skill.
These delicate carved ornaments of delight
Pure white to a faint tan, each piece unique
To touch, to feel, brings senses alight

Priceless the gift, expert the hand
That carves these magical pieces
Priceless...

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“Great eagerness in the pursuit of wealth, pleasure, or honor, cannot exist without sin.”
Desiderius Erasmus

it’s flesh versus flesh in the pursuit of life,
great kingdoms have been built on rivers of blood,
history knows the fate of...

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Ere the conception of man
When the whole was void and formless
And prevailing upon all was darkness
When Divine spirits moved upon shoreless waters
All was sullen, yet serene, still saintly
God knew more peace
Even in His three-piece

Ere the...

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