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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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May 16, 2025  

More in ergo sum hominus

9. pugno

i fight

a young hungry mosquito lands
upon the brown blemished skin
of my left forearm

the scars of my wars
pronounce this the battlefield
and she has come to drink

the chaos of my fleshy
outer-demons, the underbelly
of the bloody hell within.

i watch her, stand with my dark hair
and ponder small things through
the 30-thousand facets of her eyes

i watch her, dream of my heat
and embrace the scent of
my best moments of destruction

the itch for blood will bind us
as I dismiss the urge to slap
to scratch
to eat her whole.

when she sets to imbibe and deposit
her babies I flex.

Passively,
I eat her future

She pulls against destiny

then
in a wash of me,
cultured and well red

she explodes.

White_Feather - on May 16 2007

Well, let that serve as a warning to the women of the world! 

That is a cool metaphor, though the battle itself doesn't sound quite fairly stacked.  I wonder about the phrase "she sets to . . . deposit her babies,'  only because I don't think it's scientifically acurate.  Perhaps "nurture, feed, or create?"

Overall, I find this poem intriguing (and I like the way as a whole they all work together).


Alcuin of York - on May 18 2007
Yuck!
Hyperyuck!
Well, it certainly is effective. I could almost see it. There goes lunch. No critiquing for this one – keep my distance.
Alcuin
PS: I think W-F is right about the egg-laying thing.
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