legalised punctures
the symbols of
burnt stars
branded flesh and
bloodied devices
gut percussion
a pound of flesh
punctuated
without protection
pound
pound
pound
those punctilios
until they come around
where bodies of evidence
may no longer be found
everything is legitimate
Shared with dVerse Poetics – unpunctuated and inspired by the (as yet unwatched) Bodies of Evidence documentary
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Shaun this is a visceral, biting piece of poetry and your ending – ‘everything is legitimate’ is a devastating punchline, a quiet, terrifying statement of absolute power – if the authority controls the definitions, nothing it does can ever be classified as a crime🙌
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Shaun this has such a strong meter which drives the poem to the end so that it never feels in need of punctuation
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i find this poem, unpunctuated; dark and chilling, Shaun
With a terrifying endline
Thanks for dropping by my blog, Shaun
much love
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