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Copyright February 2001 - 2008
Dena's Poetry: Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult is Written, Designed, and Maintained by
Dena L. Moore.
Common Sight
When the sun breaks on the field
In wide sweeping arcs of illumination,
The flies rise up -
A black swarming cloud of decay.
Lifting tiny wings from the putrid
Stench of rotting flesh.
Lingering in the early rays,
The flies drift about the field.
The body lays,
A broken pile of bones,
Skin, and maggots,
In the open, exposed.
Its sex is indistinguishable
From any other discarded whore—
Be it a whore of the flesh
Or of the corporate office.
Anyone could pass on the nearby road
And view the dark mass of flies in their glee,
But it’s such a common sight (especially in this field)
None would notice. If they did, none would care.
So the body will lay exposed, rotting,
Adding yet another grotesque smell
To an already overwhelmingly
Rancid world.
Dena L Moore
November 30, 2001
I'm pleased to announce that
my latest collection, Burning Constellations, is now available.
