How do your withstand, body,
Destruction repeatedly
Aimed at you? Minutes,
Seconds, like gun reports
Tattoo you with holes.
Your area of five
By one is not
Room enough for
The fists, the blows;
All instruments itch
To make a hedgehog
Of your hide. It's your fate,
Poor slut: To walk compliantly
Before heroes! Offering
In your demolition
A besotted kind of love:
Dumb, discoloured,
Battered patches; meat-mouths
For monsters' kisses.
One of the best poems by Gieve Patel.......................
Offering In your demolition A besotted kind of love: Dumb, discoloured, Battered patches; meat-mouths For monsters' kisses. room enough for the fists and blows. tony
Some very vivid imagery, with dark and ugly undertones, good choice for modern poem of the day!
Thanks for sharing this poem. An excelllent poem, well worded, only I wish to stay out of the way. Too dangerous. Enjoyment is for all persons, so I have enjoyed either, just as an observer. CONGRATULATIONS on being chosen as The Modern Poem Of The Day.
A poem that makes the poet deserve felicitations
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ouch! What he says has truth but what a hard truth to hear. I would rather retreat to more joyful verses and yet I am strangely drawn to his poetry