Scavenger

"Scavenger" is a result of my recent interest in the world beneath our feet and the agents of decay.

Scavenger

I have learned how to hunker darkly, hidden
like a premise gone to mold in the cellar
inside a syllogism, a logic

reluctant to always fly beyond, not 
entirely comfortable with daylight, 
the sum of all things or a rational

conclusion to the end of the evening.
Sometimes I alight on the salad and
examine through the eyes of a horsefly

a perspective that begins with a hint 
of paprika and then delves out of sight 
into a spectrum of natural gases 

in the hills of west Pennsylvania. 
But mostly I crawl too quietly--find
refuge on the carpets of those houses

where only the nurse or the mortician 
come to visit--or stick to the feet of
the elderly, the gunshot, the forlorn. 

© Mark MacDonald 2013 

Reviews

[theking]

I really enjoyed the poem, mainly because it is a topic I rarely see discussed with poetry. I mean, its just so unique. There are many things I love about it, and I will talk of those later, but I would first like to address the few problems I had with it.

I felt like the organization was a bit off. Ehh, Im not sure if organization is really the word I am looking for, but Im going to go with it for now. The spaces between the sentences was slightly distracting, and every time it skipped down halfway through I would lose my train of thought.

That was my only real problem with the poem. I thought that the imagery was beautiful, and I got a great feelign of the creatures that roam the dirty, less desirable areas of the world. I really enjoyed it, and I thought that the unique quality of the poem made it one of the better ones I have read today. Really mixed up the flow ofthings. Thank you for puttting this up on the cafe :)

Keep up the good work, and rate my review if you found it helpful!