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Array ( [sid] => 185121 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Meat In A Suicide Sandwich [time] => 2018-05-14 20:59:53 [hometext] => This is not a suicide note of any sort. It is a poem about persons close to me. [bodytext] =>

Such a sandwich as I find myself-
the meat twixt two slices bread;
I, the life, the meat and matter
to slices Son and Father seeking death.

Oh, father as unknown to me as
that rock in that quarry somewhere;
not a crack or squeak but
a failed suicide;
how thoughtful, odd
to make that your half century final share.
A life as a rock in a quarry;
thanks for the update; now I know you care.
Or, perhaps you’re just stoned.

Son, you slice of bread upon me,
pressing threat of death,
your elaborate attempts,
all to fail in knowing there was never a need,
but,
in time,
I may become the bread upon which you,
the meat sit anew,
growing your own slice of bread above to be pressed upon;
me, below to fret upon. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 210 [topic] => 75 [informant] => invierno [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )

Meat In A Suicide Sandwich

Contributed by invierno on Monday, 14th May 2018 @ 08:59:53 PM in AEST
Topic: anguished

Such a sandwich as I find myself-
the meat twixt two slices bread;
I, the life, the meat and matter
to slices Son and Father seeking death.

Oh, father as unknown to me as
that rock in that quarry somewhere;
not a crack or squeak but
a failed suicide;
how thoughtful, odd
to make that your half century final share.
A life as a rock in a quarry;
thanks for the update; now I know you care.
Or, perhaps you’re just stoned.

Son, you slice of bread upon me,
pressing threat of death,
your elaborate attempts,
all to fail in knowing there was never a need,
but,
in time,
I may become the bread upon which you,
the meat sit anew,
growing your own slice of bread above to be pressed upon;
me, below to fret upon.

Copyright Â© invierno ... [ 2018-05-14 20:59:53]
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Re: Meat In A Suicide Sandwich (User Rating: 1 )
by WellEyeDo on Tuesday, 15th May 2018 @ 12:13:33 AM AEST
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Thank you for sharing. From the context it seems as though it was not an easy one to write. One day I hope the world shares in the realization of happiness...

Re: Meat In A Suicide Sandwich (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Tuesday, 15th May 2018 @ 01:39:01 AM AEST
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No matter how old they get, family is always tugging at our sleeve. We worry, fret, and obsess over them. I believe it is called love. And in some form, as your poem reveals, we are all afflicted.
Your line-- OR, PERHAPS YOU/'/RE JUST STONED-- took me by surprise.
Your conclusion, that the circle is going to close in reverse, is a reminder that what we take care of today, will be taking care of us one day (hopefully! )
softerware

Re: Meat In A Suicide Sandwich (User Rating: 1 )
by ming on Tuesday, 15th May 2018 @ 03:40:23 PM AEST
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I also was a little surprised by the line, perhaps you/'/re just stoned. But then I was entranced how it fit with the rocks/quarry stanza. Powerful write.

ming

Re: Meat In A Suicide Sandwich (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Wednesday, 16th May 2018 @ 12:01:34 AM AEST
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What a sobering write.
I often think I wouldn/'/t have a care in the world if I only had myself to worry about.
But that isn/'/t how reality works.

We all grow old before our time.

Re: Meat In A Suicide Sandwich (User Rating: 1 )
by speedy on Friday, 18th May 2018 @ 10:45:49 PM AEST
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Very thought provoking. Good write.

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