The Butcher's GuildA Poem by Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)beauty standards
gather'd round the chopping block,
we recite our critic's code: none left unjudged, none left unjudged pointy opinions hang like hooks, waiting for the latest hollowed carcasses stalking beauty's narrow marketplace our guillotine stares slit necklines painted, bloated botox heads are kept; one by one imperfect bodies get toss'd a pile of rejects (for the butchering) limbs & trunks are chopped into quarters splayed across top-shelf magazine covers, then dumped in the brine of collective thought the female anatomy preserved in pickled pieces... *Hottentot Venus in glass in this pitiless house of slaughter our necks are fixed to perfection's peak wounded lambs fall to the lure of a blade hack'd & stitch'd psyches roam about, bloodied just slabs of meat, scrutinized by butchers © 2019 Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)Author's Note
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StatsAuthorTravis Gibson (poetic heroics)Oblivion's edge, OHAboutBeen here for some time... My work is my life. Read and I hope you enjoy. I will return the sentiment. more..Writing
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