There’s a little pad of fat

There’s a little pad of fat

On the back of the lamb’s neck

A parrot will rip into this

With its beak and leave the

Animal to die in the paddock

 

There’s a sweet spot

At the top of the palm

The place where all the fronds come from

A man will slice this off

With a machete,

Serve you

A hearts-of-palm salad and leave

The tree to wither

 

There’s a pool of dark liquor

Deep underneath the ocean floor 

Reviews

[Renee]

I like the use of "paddock" instead of corral or pen... The course of nature always occurs. Life and death and survival of the fittest keeps on moving on. Nice juxtaposition in line one and stanza two.

The following two stanzas share our wasteful nature, and how we take our precious Earth for granted.

Lastly, you make me think how intoxicated the entire world is over crude, and I mean that in the dual sense of the word.


Outstanding poetry! *clapping*

[Beccy]

That little pad of fat grows thinner with every passing day. It is unedifying to see how short a distance, even those of us who pay lip service, are prepared to travel, without the creature comforts we have become so pointlessly used to.

Beccy.

[M. Shepherd]

I had a strangely cogent realization the other day (as though it weren't obvious up to that point) that mankind is just as savage and barbaric as the Vikings were, as we've always been, sort of semi-cloaked in the idea of "society" or "civilization" but we remain pretty atrocious, as a species. And the rest of nature is just as savage and ruthless, usually. So do we fight this nature and attempt peacability? Or do we accept it as a natural part of life? We fight. We kill. We are animals. You can take the man out of the wilderness, but, well, you know the rest. I wish we weren't so aware of it, is all, if it's going to be part of us. A lion doesn't feel badly for murdering it's prey, it's just eating. That we cringe at the thought of atrocities makes it an unsettling dissonance in us.

[. serah .]

-- for me, the speaker is narrating how we accept the violence we see around us... and is telling us... very, very quietly... that unless we question the degree of violence we accept, we cannot begin to claim that we are peace-loving people...

-- we guillotine too many things i guess... without a second thought... and then we are so delusional that we think the guillotines were in existence only during the French Revolution... or something...

[...]

God I love this so much... You captured the waste, the thoughtlessness, the greed, as only you would capture it in this so resoundingly YOU style, SF.

[kmartell]

Once again the words come through, an honesty and at the same time an odd reality makes yr poems interesting, reaching out to be heard. thanks

[Holly Mason]

the word paddock caught my attention as well..nice write thanks for sharing

[Nick.B]

Interesting poem that has a very "dark journey", love the fourth stanza, it has that cold and raw feeling that leaves you wondering....great imaginary, love the poem

[Emily B]

sometimes

i like to

go back

to the beginning

and

begin again

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

Professor is it ambrosia or the pit of fire you are referring to in the last verse?
:)

[Lei]

I really like the theme of this poem, kind of like how good things can never last, and it's natural that they'll disappear.