Mark R Slaughter


A Cast Of Shadows - Poem by Mark R Slaughter

This
your first death

my last

now rest my little dear

a cast
of shadows
maketh
hazy souls

from where
we'll hum
our dirge

our tune
a scourge
of time

to tell of our no more



Yet
bark-rough
our skin of late

how? -

so thin
we were in life
beneath

we needed such a carapace
to cosy from the world



I'm reminded of a flow of trees bent
in our direction
jostling greens
lending metaphors

Is it wisdom?

We let our struggle go
See the red-black eyes

red-black death

your flesh
was new
and fresh



I'm old
and we are dead
together

DEAD!

SOLD!

blue-ice cold

forever



And still
we never
were alive

clever
as an irony

Let us look beyond
o'er the cirrus
o'er the blue

in mist as love
we cannot part


Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2013


Poet's Notes about The Poem

On the death of a foetus

Comments about A Cast Of Shadows by Mark R Slaughter

  • Rookie - 208 Points R.j. Wynn (5/23/2013 2:47:00 PM)

    Very thought provoking. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Www.poemhunter.com/m-d-dinesh-nair-2 Search 2 (2/21/2013 5:22:00 AM)

    Ah! Mr Mark R Slaughter, how sadly have you told this bitter story! Your concern deserves to be applauded. Hope your poems will soon take you to the first position itself (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 4,940 Points Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (2/18/2013 9:43:00 PM)

    Fetuses that are tied in the blue rubbish bag to be disposed! sad indeed! Mark, where are the fathers? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 16, 2013

Poem Edited: Sunday, October 6, 2013


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