Poetry / Cadaver

Let me start by saying that you for the review! Hopefully, I can clarify the poem for you.
I open it up comparing the people in this situation to, “carrion crows,” which are eaters of the dead. I’m basically saying, “Stop your false platitudes. He is going to die, and the truth would be more comforting than your lies…” the word, “die,” in this instance is used more as a description of change, suffering, and ending rather than a physical death. Now, if he were going to, “die,” he wouldn’t be there anymore when the crows started eating him. Does that help clarify the last line for you? Let me know if that description helps! Thank you again for your review!

Thank you for the feedback! I will definitely take what you wrote in your review into consideration. Very constructive criticism!

Thanks for the review Drake… smiles I’m glad you liked it…

Well sheeeet, Sarah, this was you?  That damn queue system is a clever disguise.  Well, looks like you got my honest opinion.  Now, off to my tee pee.

Don’t I always get your honest opinion, Drake? laugh I like how the queue system hides the writer… Keeps people from becoming biased about a particular writer’s work… Out of curiousity, does knowing it’s me change the meaning for you at all?

Yep…now I give it an 8, I expect even more out of you.  Nice, huh?

I guess that’s kind of a back handed compliment… but I don’t think I am going to thank you for it… ;) But I was wondering about the meaning… does it change for you at all because you know me? I was pleased to note that you originally rated it as an impartial observer though….

Yes it does…and it makes me even sadder…poor Unrequited.  That will be my second son’s name.  Unrequited…the one who gets left behind while Versifier compromises away her life for a meal ticket.  Tee pees is where it’s at, I’m telling you.  Live simply and passionately…fuck the silverware and fine china…I’d rather eat with my fingers…it’s a lot more sensual that way.

I like how you make a wedding into a funeral.  Very Victorian of you.

Have you read my poetry lately…like ‘The Trappings of Life’ or ‘in need of nurture’...I’d be real interested to hear what those pieces say to you.

Yes it does…and it makes me even sadder…poor Unrequited.  That will be my second son’s name.  Unrequited…the one who gets left behind while Versifier compromises away her life for a meal ticket.  Tee pees is where it’s at, I’m telling you.  Live simply and passionately…fuck the silverware and fine china…I’d rather eat with my fingers…it’s a lot more sensual that way.

I like how you make a wedding into a funeral.  Very Victorian of you.

And by the way…that’s what I meant when I said I expected more from you.  Maybe not as backhanded or complimentary, eh?

Have you read my poetry lately…like ‘The Trappings of Life’ or ‘in need of nurture’...I’d be real interested to hear what those pieces say to you.

Actually, I skim through and read some of poetry practically every other day… I have not read those 2 pieces, but I will look them up…

You migh also like ‘i want to get you naked’ and ‘monkeys slingin’ pooh’...off topic but fun reads.