To a drum thump slowing (POETRY) (376 hits)
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Submitted by awj002 (View user info) at 2008-12-02 01:13:34 EST
TO A DRUM THUMP SLOWING
trapped for days without horizon on which to hang hope of rescue
the donner septuplets reflect on creation, overpopulation
as their starving mother starves
shoulder to shoulder in a claustrophobic cauldron
of nourishment
failing
their scarcely-trained sockets and fisted fists
flailing
johnny donner says,
I think but
nevermind
hanging in her chest the
seven crescent chrysalis
fix fourteen burgeoning bird eyes on a drying and veiny slab
of mother from which drains their nutrients
and after three weeks
johnny senses a stagnation
an anonymous malaise of lethargic days
but nothing likened to pain
askance the sapped roots of his siblings
the bulbous benjamin donner has more than his share
while beside him, dearest astoria scrapes against a shrunken amniotic sac
like a clawless kitten in a wet and empty balloon
days before nails and cuticles
she deafens to the drum
but nothing like pain
for their part the surviving sextuplets are satiated
til the trimester turns
beneath a canopy of canvas their mother cowers, her purple digits dying
and inside, a whoosh like the passing of nourishment through bowels so long neglected as astoria and the recently chilled ricky pass southward and out of sight
johnny donner cuddles himself
something like... fear
five months in
an embryonic search team strains
undeveloped limbs on umbilical harnesses
to the peak of their dark dome-prison
desperately, they kick without picks or prods
kick
the surface strong as the Sierras
mother, half-dazed, senses cold
percolations
as she lays against a splintered wagon wheel
with a weak wave to the First Relief
until the defeated donners descend
to attend to the last of poor astoria
and seven months
little johnny donner strangles a sister, emily
she chokes, flails, floats
with a gentle slouch
to a drum thump slowing
as he sucks her stem cells
johnny feels the pang of forfeit -
from his kin a feeling akin to pain
pain
and like a great collapsing of blackness
the push of pressure that substitutes for sound
registers the creak of freezing flesh
and, like a subzero snow globe
the arctic air reacclimates mother's acids
with a swallowing, hardening,
silence
User Reviews
Submitted by KirillovianShitStain (user info) at 2008-12-09 16:42:35 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Fuck you all, Tool rules
...dick
Submitted by KirillovianShitStain (user info) at 2008-12-03 15:42:47 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Fuck you all, Tool rules
Submitted by Dimenhydrinate (user info) at 2008-12-02 23:29:14 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
I liked.
Submitted by sage104 (user info) at 2008-12-02 09:32:44 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Twas an interesting (albeit hard to follow) read. Maybe that's just 'cause I'm a dumb blonde. Hmmmm.
Submitted by Falafel (user info) at 2008-12-02 09:31:29 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Fuck, this was terrible? Where's -10 when you need it?
Submitted by nitty34 (user info) at 2008-12-02 07:09:42 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
What the fuck IS this?
Submitted by woolfe (user info) at 2008-12-02 06:10:54 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
ir turd 2 below liked this, it must be shit
Submitted by sir_cowman (user info) at 2008-12-02 06:09:28 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
poetry is for homoooos quit clogging up my uber with all this poetry and cam hos and lame ass myspace bullshit.
fuck.
Submitted by rob_berg (user info) at 2008-12-02 02:42:59 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Inexplicably I read, and enjoyed this.
Who knew?