Bent, by Kevin Byrne

the curly mind linguistically innovative poetry - weird & risky

bent, twisted
as a ravaged corpse
…………………………………..the wolves teeth, the pack
Dripping with blood
…………………………………..and nourishment.
ten below and falling
…………………………………..the sun lashes the horizon
as it rises
…………………ten below and falling the sun no impact
…………………on the winter blizzard approaching…
…………………and yet
man sets his traps
……………………………….the first cutting flakes in his face
back to cabin and fire
…………………………………….raw meat hanging from the rafters
alone,
but not lonely,
must make it back, yes he thinks
must make it back, time, enough time, blizzard time.
The walk through the snow,
It grows deeper, something glows,
The setting sun set off a shining object
………………..the snow is gathering
………………..force ten the wind,
………………..the blizzard in his back,
the glistening object
pales as the sun
does not rampage the horizon,
deep red, blood red the sky,
…………………………………the object at his…

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