There’s a little pad of fat

There’s a little pad of fat

On the back of the lamb’s neck

A parrot will rip into this

With its beak and leave the

Animal to die in the paddock

 

There’s a sweet spot

At the top of the palm

The place where all the fronds come from

A man will slice this off

With a machete,

Serve you

A hearts-of-palm salad and leave

The tree to wither

 

There’s a pool of dark liquor

Deep underneath the ocean floor 

Reviews

[Renee]

I like the use of "paddock" instead of corral or pen... The course of nature always occurs. Life and death and survival of the fittest keeps on moving on. Nice juxtaposition in line one and stanza two.

The following two stanzas share our wasteful nature, and how we take our precious Earth for granted.

Lastly, you make me think how intoxicated the entire world is over crude, and I mean that in the dual sense of the word.


Outstanding poetry! *clapping*

[Lei]

I really like the theme of this poem, kind of like how good things can never last, and it's natural that they'll disappear.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Dark, stark...above all, like busted face viewed through the eyes of nameless narrator that is really Tyler Durden.

[Robin]

literally , words that cut to the heart of the matter ..

[Lydia Blackwell]

raw, stark, impressionable and meaningful. i think you should name it- Greed.

[J. Snipes]

Well? greek me- oil? Okay

[Penlady]

May i say I agree with everything Renee has commented. You can see the Biologist in your poetry, so knowledgeable yet so tender in the way you bring attention to it all.

[Audrey Howitt]

To me, your poem speaks of the rape of the land and the carelessness with which we do it. This is an angry and yet tender write to me. Thank you! My first read of the day--and so satisfying

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

oh your dark recesses are cleverly beautifully infective~


There’s a sweet spot

At the top of the palm

The place where all the fronds come from




A man will slice this off

With a machete,

Serve you

A hearts-of-palm salad and leave




oh I would eat this all up with my famished existence~

[Muse]

I like your style...reminds me of my poem...Just an Aftertaste. I felt the disgust and human emotion. Raw..bloody...bitter. Consuming my senses.....yet I could not turn away. Your words sucking me into your world of whah!!!?