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Sunday, April 29, 2012

nibbled to death by ducks


nibbled to death by ducks

there isn’t much that’s left of me
some bones and hair and strips of flesh
i am being slowly, relentlessly nibbled to death by ducks
all that once was pure and fresh
has long since succumbed to obscenity
my shriveled soul has slipped my grasp and sank beneath the muck

death holds a paltry, insignificant fear
compared to premature decomposition
pain, though unpleasant, shrieks i’m alive
not agony, but numbness plots the course of my deletion
and at night in deathly dark i strain my ears to hear
the flutter of wings at my window as they arrive

soft thudding of webbed feet
creeping closer while i feign sleep
struggling to stay still in hopes that they will wander off
my fingernails, grown long, lacerate my useless skin
and i hear, dear god, i hear their muttered, quacking soft
my eyes, shut tightly shut, squirt tears as i quietly weep
then the first cold bill nudges me
and the feeding frenzy begins





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I am from West Virginia. Born in New Martinsville to a minister's family. Traveled around West Virginia and Southern Ohio growing up. The only stability I got was from my mother's side of the family in Boone County. My Great Grandfather on my father's side was preaching in Madison during the Mine Wars. He ran for the state legislature on a pro-union ticket and won only to have the coal companies tie the results up in court so he ended serving only one day out of this term. My Grandfather on my mother's side stood with the miner's at Blair Mountain and died of Black Lung when I was still in my teens. I was raised a Conservative Christian...not a Fundamentalist. Strict separation of church and state based on the understanding that what makes for a good politician is pretty much the opposite of what makes a good Christian. I'm politically radical in that I believe in one man/one vote and the only way to have political equality is to have economic equality. I'm an atheist because once I accepted the fact of my own mortality I found no need for belief in God.