Sara Fielder


200 Corpses


In the field of books
where people have no faces
I entered innocently
to look among the pages
They smacked gum on and on and on
all the dizzy dirty blonde day long
There were about two hundred of them
Maybe they were jaded
Silas said it was as pretty as apples
and they were kindly nice to me at first
licking my face with golden leaves
and it was so seductively maddening
that I had to throw them in the fire
before they ate me


Written by Sara Fielder © 2012

Submitted: Thursday, February 23, 2012
Edited: Friday, June 15, 2012

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  • Adeline Foster (4/11/2012 4:17:00 PM)

    Below, Danny had one explanation for this enigmatic poem. I am sure you had a reason for writing it, seems we may never know. Read mine - I Cannot Return -
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  • Danny Draper (2/23/2012 4:10:00 PM)

    Nice work. I am guessing the clearance of old memories, not too pleasant and the euphoria of release from them by their disposal. (Report) Reply

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