Is it hormones pounding
In and out his dead red legs,
Or sentient terror
And a knowledge of his end?
What defence against the banging
As his zig-zag heart
Rends his chest
And tries to overtake him?
Does doom buzz between
Keen, yelp-filled ears
And make him wish and promise?
Does the dread game feel arousing,
The chase exciting,
To die alive more than inch by inch
And maggots?
Ooh gruesome and intensely dark - melikey! HG; -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Yelp-filled ears' I love this one Kev although I am still trying to guess - is it a dog on the chase - or what - your metre and rhyme is exquisite. It leaves readers like me guessing but that's the beautiful mystery of good verse. a ten to be sure from Fay.