Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Dead hopes

In ruthless abandonment
lies the carcass of hope
in the afternoon sun.
Dead hopes are infectious
They need to be scavenged
Completely and thoroughly.
Surgically and smoothly.
The eyes, plucked
Skin, peeled
Intestines, noodled
Flesh, swallowed
Blood, dried up
Leaving only a fading mark
on the deserted sidewalk.

2 comments:

!nversed Poignancy! said...

Loved you metaphors pal..
Simple awesome!

Rukhiya said...

Very strong! But I think dead hopes need such strength!