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In The Ointment
by Edward Lupinacci

Wednesday, July 06, 2005
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It must have been during REM
in-between a snore
it waited by the esophagus
for the perfect timing
of muscled contractions

Unscathed it continued
like some sort of video game champion
avoiding all the traps and pitfalls
while singing the old song
about the woman

the destination crept up
where newly dead life forms gathered
to be digested and converted

     “Yes” the fly said
     “This is where I will deposit my children”

Prolific little creatures they are
when feeding begins
     “Shall we eat north or south?
      Why not both?”

Intestines became a favored treat
as tiny maws began ingestion
thinning walls into transparent
films of agony 

Decimation then falls upon
lungs, liver, gallbladder and heart
soundless chewing
turning form to liquid
flesh caving in on itself

leaving a just a shell
as more eggs are laid




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Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader) 11/8/2006

Reviewed by Linda Hill 9/28/2005
Wow Walter! You mind goes into overdrive! Excellent!

Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G 7/8/2005
Wow- YOur imagination is OVERWelminggg Walter.....Dream on. YOu have books out right, hmmm..... YOU capture something in my tiny brain, waiting to be fed at the right moments; with the right food. Lady,Sheee
Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers 7/7/2005
I'm just glad I had not eat before reading this! You've quite the churning imagination, to say the least.
There are people and situations that can leave us with the feelings of being eaten alive..You've captured that scenario well here.
Well done!

Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen 7/7/2005
Well, this vivid write certainly holds the reader's attention! Yuk! Whatever will you pen next?
Reviewed by Tracey Hardie 7/7/2005
To be eaten from the not a very good feeling...nor be be left with a shell exposing what little is left... excellent (too vivid)write Walter.
Reviewed by Kate Clifford 7/6/2005
Fantastic descriptions!
Reviewed by Robin Labenberg 7/6/2005
This is the creepiest poem I have ever graphic
Reviewed by jude forese 7/6/2005
all-consuming poem! graphic delivery ...
Reviewed by Edward Lupinacci 7/6/2005
Don't worry the maggots are not real it is just what is seems like when someone causes you to feel like your insides are being eaten alive. But if you must know i did have rice last night if that puts better images into your head
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) 7/6/2005
You wouldn't put a guy on, would you? Actually I had read this . . . yucky poem earlier in the day but decided to hold off commenting on it until I . . . figured out what the hell I would say about the, ugh, maggot and things. I still don't know what to say about them but you prompted this by your own spoofing comments of my own poem. Yuk.
Reviewed by Cynth'ya 7/6/2005
My uncle is a mortician. This makes his work look pleasant. Your gift of using words graphically is an understatement here. But it's an insect's fragrant bouquet (or desert on Fear Factor.)

Icky Sticky poem, (do you know Ed Kostro?)
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 7/6/2005

Ewwwwwwwwwwww...creepy! What the eyes can see...chillingly effective poetry, Sir!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :0 *screaming*

(If I have nightmares, I'm blaming yew!!! LOL) WELL DONE!!!!!!
Reviewed by Kate Burnside 7/6/2005
This is certainly startling, Walter, especially as it is so graphic and surgically described - and you take us from the actual to the more imaginative anthropomorphic very deftly. Because of this shift, this poem makes its point in a very powerful way, and reminds me of the use of all the whatsit-scopes that get sent into our inners these days to perform both investigations and operations. Intriguing, too, with the reference to the old song about the woman in the second stanza... unless I am missing something obvious?! This write bursts with a confidence that makes it, as well as its gripping subject material, very compelling. Makes me want to run and get my medicine handbook to check that I'm still breathing! TY Kate xx
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 7/6/2005
Yukky...this is quite creepy...but the poor bugs must eat too....right?

Love Tinka
Reviewed by E T Waldron 7/6/2005
WOW! Walter, this gave me the creeps, but it is a fantastic capture of what disease can do, and I hope it's only a metaphor. Otherwise someone has been very sick, or is dead. maggots ugh!

Thanks for back reading my work;-)

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