Archive for July, 2010
Molting
Molting
By Marie Gordon
You drag the razor
Over your face
And wriggle out
Of your saggy skin
With a sanguine smile
Your skin slithers
Your crow’s feet peel
Off into the sink
Twinkling green eyes grin
In the mirror
At shiny skin
And the musky smell
Of new flesh
Hunter
Hunter
By Marie Gordon
I could smell you chirping
With lemur eyes
I could hear you cowering
With mousy ears
This forest reeks of you
With twinkling leaves
The bloody bark will dribble
So eerie still
How you scamper, rustling
Snapping branches
As you tumble into fate
With thumping heart
You are my sweet delight
With tender meat
Oh so delicately pierced
By the hunter
Taxidermy
Taxidermy
by Marie Gordon
I slide my knife
Under your fur
Silky and groomed
Sweet weasel
What will I make
Out of your pelt
Maybe a hat
Or a scarf
What do you think
Beady-eyed worm
How do you sleep
So soundly
Do you recall
Your last moments
Taut in my grip
Did you fear
How you squirmed
Little deer
In the headlights
Wide-eyed fiend
Weasel, you’ve stitched
Your final scheme
Woven and dried
Sweet weasel