>Even in Death

17 Nov

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Mag 41

the eleventh hour
lingered too long
clocks stopped
and mirrors covered
still you breathed
down my neck
and in my ear
your vile atrocity
of memory
hung fog like
and funked
like the stench
of your corpse
rotting
even after your
much celebrated
death

© 2010 | Micael Chadwick

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25 Responses to “>Even in Death”

  1. Brian Miller November 17, 2010 at 8:51 pm #

    >whew…blistering…love teh stench of those last couplelines there…smiles.

  2. Rene/ Not The Rockefellers November 17, 2010 at 9:14 pm #

    >effing zombies…

  3. The Empress November 17, 2010 at 9:39 pm #

    >Shall we forward this to the wackadoodle lady who drove around with that corpse in her car for ten months? ; ) xo

  4. JaDoodles November 17, 2010 at 10:06 pm #

    >Did you take the photograph that you used with this poem? Love that the poem is short but expresses a lot. Used to write poetry when I was in high school. I don't think I have written a word since then!

  5. Rabbit November 17, 2010 at 10:08 pm #

    >The photo is from the weekly prompt blog Magpie Tales, there is a link directly beneath the photo (with tons more pieces inspired by the same image). I've been writing for as long as I can remember. I'd go mad without it.

  6. bruce November 17, 2010 at 10:18 pm #

    >the imagery is sunning the pic is awesome, but i REALLY liked the vile atrocity of memory….and the pic is EPIC for this..

  7. Teresa November 17, 2010 at 10:20 pm #

    >Oh, this is certainly not a mourner.

  8. Pat Tillett November 17, 2010 at 10:47 pm #

    >Sometimes death isn't punishment enough. Strong and moving!

  9. David Waters November 17, 2010 at 10:50 pm #

    >This is brilliant…allowing one to draw their own conclusions….I love it.

  10. Laugh. It's Life in Progress November 17, 2010 at 11:40 pm #

    >This is amazing Rabbit! Really and truly amazing – thanks for the read :o)

  11. Cheeseboy November 17, 2010 at 11:49 pm #

    >That is amazing and dark and I loved it.

  12. Mynx November 18, 2010 at 12:26 am #

    >This brought back a memory, of a funeral. The words, the images, wonderful. The memory, not so. Thankyou.

  13. nimaruichi November 18, 2010 at 1:50 am #

    >There is a suffocation, a desperation rising out of a feeling of being trapped from which there is no escape, not even after death… in these words. Very evocative.

  14. Helen November 18, 2010 at 6:00 am #

    >Oh my … Rene took the words right out of my mouth!

  15. mel November 18, 2010 at 6:40 am #

    >mmm..wickedly good….*shudder*:)

  16. The Reason You Come November 18, 2010 at 7:00 am #

    >Good riddance, eh? I like this piece. It kicks ass (a vile ex-lover's in particular)! 😉

  17. Berowne November 18, 2010 at 8:59 am #

    >Powerful stuff…

  18. Georgina Dollface November 18, 2010 at 9:55 am #

    >Awesome, just awesome. I'm behind in my blog reading and will be catching up this weekend with a good hot cuppa. Hope you are doing well. Hugs and hugs! – G

  19. The Absence of Alternatives November 18, 2010 at 10:53 am #

    >Your poetry is my favorite part. Again, no intelligent feedback other than a heart-felt I-Love-It! p.s. Thank you for the new rating system thingy. 🙂

  20. Glenn Buttkus November 18, 2010 at 2:29 pm #

    >Rabbit, hey back on the dark beam,macabre, vitriolic, angry, and yettouching a black sadness, a painfulhonestly in each of us.I could not get the imageof Saddam Hussein out ofmind while reading it.

  21. Cad November 18, 2010 at 4:28 pm #

    >Death where is thy sting? !

  22. Lena November 18, 2010 at 5:24 pm #

    >Even in death one can't let go…….literally! This grabbed me with gusto…!Great Mag!

  23. Tumblewords: November 18, 2010 at 6:38 pm #

    >Wow – strong piece – nicely done!

  24. willow November 20, 2010 at 3:36 pm #

    >Chilling piece…stinky, even!! Potent.

  25. Martin H. November 21, 2010 at 4:10 am #

    >Raises the question. Are we killing time, or is it killing us?

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