The Open Jaw of a Corpse

He is rotten.

His jaw lies open like a corpse,
the way that lies fall out of it.
His tongue is sour and rotting.
He forms words, but they are worthless,
because they have no substance.

He is a shell of skin and bones.
His words are as hollow as his soul.
He knows no good.
Only evil.

He is a robber of the poor and defenseless.
He is the foulest among all things.

He is a used Car Salesman, a Con-man, and a Snake Charmer all in one.

When he speaks he causes the flowers to wilt.

Author's Note

This is about no one in particuliar. Just good old Halloween/October fun. Influenced by the Bible and other influences.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

His words are like maggots coming out of dead skin...someone
has to be ashamed to be the subject of this antagonistic piece of writing...wow.

j.

[light and ashes]

It isnt based on anyone I know...but thank you so much for reading and reviewing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I understand...I feel most poems are made up scenarios...many of mine are.
But my reaction is to the words written...and it definitely is a poem that punches the gut.
good work, especially when the emotion is made to seem so real.
j.

[light and ashes]

Thank you.

[Ken e Bujold]

well LA i can think of more than a few who you could claim this was about without anyone disagreeing. Fun read.

ken