Cruel, But

by nourayasmine   Sep 3, 2020

Imagine a crocodile,
atrociously, devouring
an antelope
in slow motion.
Joints rise up from an
unnerved body,
chewed to a pulp by

a jaw that pulled out
all the stops to munch on
the skin first,

then the thighs, mangling
flesh apart.

Imagine blood seeping
through the gaps
between fangs.
Imagine the surrender
of sound, death of eyes,
the bruises on
the last breath.

Whose fault was this?


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  • 1 month ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I really can't get over this poem. The imagery literally makes my stomach turn and I can't forget it. How uncomfortable it makes me feel. How many things we accept as natural, as perhaps instinct for the crocodile, then the question at the end makes me stop. The question of fault, of blame, and how that can tie into maybe death and violence we see with our own eyes? By our own hands? I looked up the kinds of crocodiles that eat antelope, how they are ambush predators, and how it's nearly impossible for the prey to escape. I thought this could reflect on those in the world who always have something or someone weighing them down, and though they struggle to merely survive, they're outnumbered (literally or not literally). Overpowered. And how it's become acceptable to some. Cruel in nature and cruel in humanity...

  • 1 month ago

    by Ben Pickard

    The antelope's for being weak? The crocodile's for being so powerful? Or nature's for being so darn cruel? I suppose it just is. At least the croc has the excuse of acting on instinct. We, on the other hand...
    This is a wonderfully descriptive and thoughtful write.

    Take care.

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