Sunday, February 19, 2012

Nostalgia of the Cannibal by Neil Ellman


Nostalgia of the Cannibal


(after the painting by Salvador Dalí)


First the eyes:

filled with vitreous deceit

acidic witchery

no longer see the soul.


Next the tongue:

twisting words

consistency of lies

no longer curse our gods.


And then the spleen:

spewing venomous laughter

more potent than a bitter gourd

no longer spills contempt.


The heart was last:

sweet dessert

still quaking in the hand

as if it were alive.





Our victory of daily blood

fresh in our veins

when we were men

and conquered death.

1 comment:

  1. This is a really good poem!

    Stephen Jarrell Williams

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