Scavenger – Written May 1999 (Aged 24)

Scavenger

i pick over old relationships
like scavengers do –
over a corpse
i tug,
and pull at its soft flesh
and i expose the bones inside
i feast on what was good
and pass over what was bad
i eat,
accompanied by the best wine

i pick over old relationships
because of –
the scavenger i am
but the corpses i cannot count
i tug,
and pull at the soft flesh
but flesh that is no longer here
i wonder if ever gave out due respect
and if i ever cared
i am just a scavenger
picking at the flesh till the bones are bare




James Garratt – May 1999


More poems at
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/


More about this blog, The Boy Behind the Glasses, here
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/2020/01/08/the-boy-behind-the-glasses-an-introduction/


More poems from 1999 here
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/category/poems-and-writing-1999/