Dead Fox... Poem by karen sinclair

Dead Fox...

Rating: 5.0


Your ocre tones capture my vision
Beneath the hedgerow
Beside the business grey road
Which snarls past your
Gnarled grimace
Teeth exhibit
Your last pain-filled scream

Dried scarlet bloodied browned and leathered
Loiters on your titanium cheeks
Which once bounded joyous
With family
Through cornfields

And the maggots
Those maggots
Filthy maggots
Writhing remorselessly
The only life left
Fighting position
Falling pointless

One day they shall fly
All thanks to you

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
As a young mum I was walking in the countryside pushing my daughter in her pushchair. I saw this and its always haunted me. His face
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kanav Justa 05 November 2013

... superb choice of words.... and the way you described was great...

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Even death is teeming with life as maggots. And so will it be with us too when we some day go down under as food for worms. Good poem and welcome to my page

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Danny Draper 15 October 2013

Evocative indeed, a beautiful lyrical and fantastically descriptive write with a superb deft finish in the last short stanza. You should submit this for publication at your writers and poets group.

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Douglas Scotney 15 October 2013

Evocative. I heard a fox cry in a movie...it had been distracted from eating dead bodies. Then, next day, read that the cry can be mistaken for a human crying in distress. And I thought of all those dead foxes I saw, run over on the road just out of Nyngan, NSW, Australia, on the road to Broken Hill.

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