Slaughter House

by Italian Stallion   May 5, 2009


Food chain develops extending regular flames,
nude to the touch nature soon exclaims.

Bright pastels amidst its endless canvas, the sky shines
igniting an endless arctic haze. Signs - the eternal shrine?

Extinction on the brim, an unknown slaughtering house;
distinguished existence now altered: we're all a louse.

*Written for a contest*

© Copyright 2009 By: Italian Stallion

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  • 15 years ago

    by Cindy

    Joe
    This is a very thought provoking piece. Very discrptive word choices. Sometimes there are things we say that no one else understands. you did a good job on this :)
    Take Care Cindy

  • 15 years ago

    by Ray Smallshaw

    Sorry Joe could not get my head around this poem
    Why slaughterhouse. Ray S

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