The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poem Thread, 10/08/07 Bonus

[BlueIris]

"Cruelty"

The hoof-marks on the dead wildcat
gleam in the dark.
You are naked, as you drag it up on the porch.
That won't work either.
Drinking ice water hasn't,
nor having the bedsprings snap fingers
to help us keep rhythm.
I've never once felt anything
that might get close. Can't you see?
The thing I want most is hard,
running toward my own teeth
and it bites back.

—Ai

[BlueIris]

1. Kick.

[fizzgig]

2. wow

that is black, but i like it

[BlueIris]

3. Most of Ai's early work is the darkest, bleakest, harshest writing

I've encountered in English. You have to go to the Russian poets of the Silver Age to get any blacker.

[BlueIris]

4. Kick.

[BlueIris]

5. Kick.