My brothers and sisters
deceased and digesting.
I try to lie still
but I tremble and pray like a coward
A sword and four daggers
descend, casting shadows
I don't want to die!
But I'm scraped from the plate and I plummet
Land splat on a family
of crushed, soggy tea bags
caged up in a carcass
of dry bones and flesh decomposing
The lid slams. I feel like
I'm trapped in my old tin
But this time I'm suffocating
in the stench and the darkness
The light flares, an air surge
I gasp for my life.
But the fingers above
knot the plastic bag as I'm screaming
The tea bags beneath me
colliding and jolting
in time with the footsteps
Then just for a second we're flying
A thud and we crash
I fall under the carcass
past slimy, dead lettuce
between mouldy parmesan cheese
A distant sound screeches -
approaching and hungry.
A monster whose rumbling
belly vibrates the whole street
A cannibal beak
stabs and tears the black membrane
I spill from the hole
and roll into a crack on the pavement
A fog of hot monster breath
gases and chokes us
Its metal jaws grinding
The magpie escapes to its tree top
The bag and its innards -
scooped up and lobbed skywards,
one gulp then devoured
I grieve for the family of tea bags
Weeks pass and I shrivel
Bean baked by the sunshine
Surrounded by moss
and my neighbours - the ants and two earwigs,
who presume I'm a small lump of gravel
living life in a crack on the pavement
Growing old in my home on the pavement
So... what was that all about?
What are the sword and 4 daggers metaphors for?
What exactly is that stinking, tummy-rumbling
monster coming down the street?
But most importantly, who/what is the
There are lots of clues, even in the title...
Scroll down to find out. Then read the poem again to see if it makes sense now you know!