Written by Kathryn is a football-widow, long-term and long-suffering wife and mother of four. She reminds herself daily she is also blessed. Her vices/qualities include a lovely and sordid imagination, denial, distraction, and being an enabler to stories. Her formal qualifications and experience are not in writing or theatre. She started writing in 2011 after she had to be pushed onto a comedy stage. She also does theatre reviews for print and radio, writes short and long stories, and has performed as a storyteller. She has been published in print and online, and has had plays produced and read on stage. She like words and silences… and the pictures they paint. She believes writers should be free to write uncensored. She thinks poets, comedians, and playwrights are rock stars. Read more by this writer |
Scar TissueSteel succumbs to air, water, time –
Imposing skyscrapers are dismantled by nature without man around to maintain their structures
A man’s joyous birth quickly turns to a last weak gasp from a corroded body
Nature takes less than a lifetime to reclaim him for compost
A baby daughter born into a poor rural village becomes more valued as live fresh squirming pig feed Big pigs salivate and masticate Pork Choppers flossed with human DNA The only joy is swine not going hungry. *** On the first-world urban frontline, stiff with rigor mortis heart perma-chilled baby fat depleted skin yellowed no re-thaw potential of any worth not for human consumption or black-market organ trade
a still-life in infinite slumber awaiting the warmth of a delayed spring is offered up for city council’s clean-up collection welcomed by crushing arms and compacting jaws of a houseproud, territorial litter truck
bub’s cadaver could have been recycled a dead mule stuffed with drugs smuggled through customs in the arms of a female acid-washed of motherly instincts *** Politicians avert their eyes on cue with dramatic ‘humility’ no little bundle of joy doing good for mother earth as future compost no burden on a non-existent or crook welfare system
‘the world is the way it is’ *** And about our innocent displaced siblings stranded in civil strife who’ll starve silently off-our-screen, off-our-radar:
Not on ‘our watch’
‘not on today’s agenda’
Man does his best to save Himself. |
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