Blood on the grass

There was a hush
in the auditorium
as the poem’s words recited
mowed through
the audience’s thoughts;
a sharp blade cutting
the heads of the grass
collected in the catcher
to be evenly dispersed
from the minds emptied.
The thrill in the spill
brought the house down
where lines laid to rest, bloodied
scatter over church grounds
in the final curtain.

In the misty fog
of yesterday
a poet rakes up words
as the weeds take over,
he sees the knife
the edges red,
and there the meanings
lie exposed bleeding,
no love lost.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

The thrill in the spill
brought the house down

Our species is so damn cruel. Only happy if they are butchering each other.

[andrew mitchell]

You can say that again Chris. Thanks for stopping by.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"I don't want no God on my lawn, just a flower I can help along"---Cat Stevens

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you J for your words,yes keep off the grass!