Got Milk?

Pushed to the edge of despair

this rocky place offers no hope

fear lapping ankles around

against empty waters we grope


silent, though nothing is still

fear pounds loudly our hearts

no where have we left to hide

cold surrounds each, every part


though I stand here in a crowd

ice-cube tray we all huddle

so alone am I in this moment

shivering my blood froths til

it bubbles


the predator, dark he has come

my bones weaken and shudder

they know but their glance faints away

no consolation have we left to utter


past this place my eyes strain to gaze

beyond, bare feet rub raw

our ancestors’ bones all the same

torn clean, foul consuming claw


child’s distant cry distills thoughts

though sanguine I have become

what courage there once was

I offer myself that you might run


slowly the creature now circles

selection part of its way

it has broken much in its jaws

I offer to be its next prey


Large “It” opens like a cave

stalactite are its teeth that rake

dripping with frosty blood

putrid tunnel offers no escape


will memory mine be but a creature belch

bravery had run out its course

screaming meets my ears

 my own that have now been scorched


I am but an appetizer

“flee” last words from my lips

“before you become the main meal”

metered crunching I hear as it rips


how quiet are the skulls

resting as stones a score

laying once living and free

no more on this cavernous floor

~ Leslie Moon

© Copyright 2014 Leslie Moon. All Rights Reserved

31 thoughts on “Got Milk?

  1. Lovely poem, moondustwriter. My favorite stanza is:

    I am but an appetizer

    “flee” last words from my lips

    “before you become the main meal”

    metered crunching I hear as it rips

    Self sacrifice at its best! Great job.



  2. hi Leslie, I really enjoyed this haunting poem, great rhythm and pace and evocative imagery. love the line “ quiet are the skulls / resting as stones a score”


    1. Thanks Dani. Poetry allows for the imagination to fill in the vacant spaces (in the skull’s eye sockets). Golly I’ve been hanging with these Damned folks too long 🙂


  3. Excellent, excellent, excellent, Leslie!! 🙂 Every element of your poem works perfectly here; no word is wasted! Mirroring several earlier comments, your last stanza binds everything together brilliantly! I want more milk!!! (never thought I’d hear myself say such a thing lol)


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