Scraps

The weight of the club shrinks with each blow
The sting of the whip lessens with each lash
The less pain, the more the blood flow
Butchers scraps bound for the trash

Carnage grows wings with time
Vermilion is the slaughter’s apron of leather
No one notices an amputee’s mime
Or falling rain in sunny weather

Reviews

[Marie]

To the person who carries a club, it's weight becomes less with each blow dealt.
(This reminds me of when men dragged their women to a cave by her hair in one hand and with a club in the other)
The sting of the whip is not felt as much after a while with each last received.
(This reminds me of a time in history when lashes were freely given for minor misdemeanors)
There is less pain when blood flows freely.
(The body feels less pain because it is numb from the beating and the blood flows freely then)
The butcher bins the scraps left over after trimming the fat from the meat.
(This happens in every butcher's shop each evening after work)

Carnage grows wings with time
(The destruction of life as in a battle/war)
Vermilion is the slaughterers' apron of leather
(The slaughterers' apron is dyed with blood at the end of the day)
No one notices an amputee's mime
(All the killing goes unnoticed)
or falling rain in sunny weather
(when one's life is ok, they are blind to what happens outside of it. All is well in their world, they don't show concern for the awful atrocities which take place because they are not affected)
*Dear Soren, please forgive my attempt to unweave your wondrous metaphor. I have not succeeded, but I have tried. Thank you for sharing this very poignant write, finely penend as always. Wishing you a very blessed evening to enjoy, dear friend...

[Soren]

You have done very well I have said before that everyone sees a painting different and a poem as well. It is not the exact meaning that is important it is whether it raises emotions that is a sign of its success.

[Marie]

Thank you for sharing, dear poet...

[Jeyanthi]

Hi..
I can't get ... carnage does it mean blast... but I can associate with needing help can't heard or not given at right time seen or heard....
There is intro and ending winging but there is scarping...
I just remember only scarping the vegetables and dumping in the trash

[Soren]

Scraps are left over bits that are usually thrown away. Carnage comes from the latin meaning meatbut now has turned to mean more of a massacre or butchery. Thanks so much for the read this is probably difficult for most native English speakers.

[Jeyanthi]

Only if we walk on your shoes, i can read your mind and at end I can say I win 😅..
Welcome sir, 🙏

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

you've said before that you like to leave your poems open to interpretation. so let me go wild -- obviously this is a vignette of an execution during the middle-ages. yet buried deep, i read a message of how humanity is still as savage as we were back then. the gruesome way we dealt with enemies and undesireables may no longer be popular, but the human soul has not changed since. violence is always latent. this aggression is perhaps expressed in other -- shall we say, more polite -- ways, yet bloodlust and vengeance are still fixed aspects of the psyche.

how did i do?

[Soren]

I like this approach it captures much of what the poem is saying thank you so much for your interpretation. It is highly valued.