Stump pinks flutter.
Spiral tail’d,
Squeals of Pork echo.
The game thrown open,
gunshots and ricochets,
bursts of blood and rain.
The pinks flutter,
descend in a gyre.
Pigeons unleashed,
Salivating- they rocket
To where the gyre
ends in a thud.
-Cooing, they retrieve.
“Meat!” the decadent gamers cry.
It’s a take away.
Their wives howl back at home,
at wolves that wait patiently
For the gamers’
colonial return.
3 comments:
there are undertones of blake..pigeons..spiralling..chaos..good good, violent imagery nice, i like the wives bit it ads more drama to the already chaotic imagery wish u could make it tighter, try..theres scope for more impact
Their wives howl back at home,
at wolves that wait patiently
... d most beautiful line ive read in like mor dn 3 months...brilliant yaar
@ gunjeet - if it reflects chaos, i have failed in what i was trying.
@ deshu - why thank you, my disturbed friend!
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