Blood
A Found Poem in Tanka Form*
the dead have highways
an endless traffic of souls
across the wasteland
seducing out of silence
a shiver of lunacy
a promise of blood
the wandering dead glimpsed through
that wound in the world
cracks made by acts of cruelty
this orgy of destruction
deaf to the babble
creatures whose appetites were
abominable
acid tears boiling on cheeks
scent lingered in sinuses
awash with spilt blood
her cries did not diminish
as the dark ate her
murdered men between her teeth
their eyes spoke their agonies
*A found poem - all lines are Clive Barker's own, just rearranged into tanka form
Tracy Davidson
Tracy Davidson’s work has appeared in Poet’s Market, Mslexia, Atlas Poetica, Modern Haiku, The Binnacle, A Hundred Gourds, Shooter, Journey to Crone, The Great Gatsby Anthology, WAR and In Protest: 150 Poems for Human Rights.