Cutting Heads

Cutting Heads short poem

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you’re glad you don’t remember
that house in the country
with dust falling from the ceiling
the bare floorboards
a soft-shoe stage
a crime scene crossed
by dozens of suspects

naked and afraid
where you’d once been warm
now stripped and enticed
to pee into a rattling tin bucket
by a glass of iced tea
pressed against your scrotum
then you were gripped tight
tugged out to your greatest length
the collar of your magnificence
cut away and a sip of blood
taken by the hedge doctor
right from the source

there was a party
you were passed around
limbs spastic with pain
each of the celebrants
took on a bit of your anguish
weakly pledged a bit or responsibility
for your guidance

when you came to their door
decades later unemployed
your life in a suitcase
and a stove-sided cardboard box
it must have been hard for them
to take their eyes from you
who’d once wet their shirt
with your innocent tears
to plead poverty
pass you off to the next
relative down the line

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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Nadeem Qazilbash
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Where does one go for happiness, is there a shop, a store, a happiness service, relatives!!

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