Mark R Slaughter

A Cast Of Shadows - Poem by Mark R Slaughter

your first death

my last

now rest my little dear

a cast
of shadows
hazy souls

from where
we'll hum
our dirge

our tune
a scourge
of time

to tell of our no more

our skin of late

how? -

so thin
we were in life

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



blue-ice cold


And still
we never
were alive

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

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  • (5/23/2013 2:47:00 PM)

    Very thought provoking. (Report) Reply

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  • (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

  • (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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