Out of my System

[Delta40]

One hot summers day
I curled up and died
to decompose like
an all you can eat buffet
for insect life
in my backyard.
Had I ever looked further
than my own fenceline?
You don't need to notice
the maggots round the bbq.
By all means let your human waste
trickle along the slick ruts
of my digested new look.
For there can be no glory
in endurance
when supreme sacrifice
is reduced to compost.
Acceptance of my fate
cannot alter the deeds
of the powerfully aloof
Nor will maternal delusion
heal the wounds of
such gross impositions.

[PrinceMyshkin]

I could not (who could?) miss the visceral dismay in this but didn't understand at all how it related at the end to "maternal delusion"?

[Delta40]

me either - but it felt good writing it at the time!

[PrinceMyshkin]

me either - but it felt good writing it at the time!

And isn't that very near the essence of writing poetry or prose, for that matter: to touch on areas of our psyche that otherwise we can never reach or fully understand?

[Haunted]

some kind of all you can eat self loathing? I can imagine how good it is just to get it out of your system.

[zoolane]

I like the words you used for example:to decompose like
an all you can eat buffet
for insect life

And Acceptance of my fate
cannot alter the deeds

[Delta40]

And isn't that very near the essence of writing poetry or prose, for that matter: to touch on areas of our psyche that otherwise we can never reach or fully understand?

You are as wise as ever Prince. Sometimes I forget that and focus only on what might sound good for the reader. Thank you for reminding me :D

[tainaprincess]

I like it. It was just so full of life, and yet dismay at life, that it was intriguing.

[Delta40]

Thanks Taina, that is an astute observation