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Smashing the hard,
grey-coated mounds
of flesh,
smashing
them onto concrete –
revelling
in the surge
of adrenalin,
sparking
& igniting a pure-
white-hot anger.
Swathed in sweat,
she hurls yet another
to the ground,
watching, transfixed,
as the shreds of
golden flesh
settle,
entangled
with creamy
seeds of hunger,
seeds of shame
which mingle
with misplaced
guilt & seeds
of unspeakable
frustration,
seeds spilt
on the pavement,
sown in fury.
Smash them,
smash more –
slaughter the hard
outer cases
& watch
the Halloween
heads turn to pulp,
bruise and break
into great gobbets
of rage,
splatterings
of disdain ...
& mis-shapen
splinters of grief.
Then watch the reservoir
of secrets
hoarded forever
NOW
exploding,
cascading past
shivering skin,
melting all memory,
borrowing from the future
beckoning, bellowing
to the unknown ...
After,
carry the body of it –
the great heaviness
loaded into the barrow,
and wheel the stuff to its rotting pile of rest.
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