Stephen Fuller *** Poetry, Essays

‘The Butcher’ a first draft poem by S Francis

So broken we begin to reveal our truth
Carved from our hearts like butchers
Take blade to flesh of an animal
Unable to defend itself from our wants
We are that cow, that blade, that cut.
So broken we begin to reveal our truth
In the maroon river of blood carving canyons
Through the weakest parts of our soul, we
Become screen setting where others stop
To look passively out across our setting
Sunscape until having enough they walk
Away. We cannot stop the bleeding.
Until we take this easel and stomp
Upon the cracked shells making dust
Of all that we used to once contain
A being formed by potters whose hands
Did not know of other ways to spin
Clay. This is the other way. This is
The flesh I was given. This is the mold
I am breaking. With each moment
That I now pass by. I consume
The blood I have drawn, I stitch
And tape the flesh and skin I tore
Open to reveal the treasure the
Artist had kept hidden for too long.

(C) 2019 S Francis Fuller
Art Credit: The Young Butcher by Victor Gabriel Gilbert

20 Responses to “‘The Butcher’ a first draft poem by S Francis”

  1. Innerdialects

    “…This is the other way. This is
    The flesh I was given. This is the mold
    I am breaking. With each moment
    That I now pass by…” stilled by such words. Thankyou for this

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    • Stephen

      Ahhh… here we go… with this response… I am caught up for the morning…

      Thank you for reading and thank you for liking and thank you for the support. I am glad this offered some stillness for you.

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  2. rosejfairchild

    Having grown up under an oppressive parent, I completely get that feeling of being molded and created into something we aren’t meant to be. I’ve also broken that mold (mostly) and hope to continue to improve and free myself. Well done!

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  3. -Eugenia

    To look deep within ourselves and determine what is menacing and what is not can be the first step to breaking the mold. Identify the problem, resolve it and pat yourself on the back. Easier said than done, eh!?

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  4. Tanya Cliff

    “ This is the mold
    I am breaking. With each moment
    That I now pass by. I consume
    The blood I have drawn, I stitch
    And tape the flesh and skin I tore
    Open to reveal the treasure the
    Artist had kept hidden for too long.”

    There is such power and violence to the piece, especially in the first few lines. Very effective! Then I love how you repeat the breaking in the last few lines, but with the more gentle, healing notion of “stitching” and “taping”…
    Beautiful

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    • Stephen

      I had to chuckle a little… I shared this poem in an daze last night and by the time comments started coming in, I was flattered, but was also like… I need to reread this. I appreciate your thoughts here, I think they help me better understand what I was trying to say.

      Although I am still wondering what I meant by screen setting… perhaps a typo? I do look forward to spending some time with this one at some point!

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