Chop Poem by GRANT FRASER

Chop Chop Chop
it away,
even if it can deface
you,

Chop Chop Chop

gulp off your sex
cloth,
a whole wave of skin,

your empire
and desire,

Chop Chop

what a meaningless
light you stare into,

and yet,
how would you live
otherwise?

Chop,

your swollen fat, red, root off!

Chopping presence
or of a female
hurled out of her sockets,

Chopped off, somewhere?

at the centre? chop!

Chop Chop Chop
it away,
nature kicks us out
of windows!

cutlery & genitals,

we crash,
then crawl back somewhere,

defiant, and blue,

Chop
a mouth comes down,
on all of you,

words,
what kind of tasteless
meat to chew,

your time
on earth
hurled away...

Chop Chop