Morbid Curiosity

Plane Crash

We cannot just, look away

Despite the carnage ahead

Gruesome images

Flooding our field of vision

With so many horrible things

Lives abruptly ended

Human wreckage

Dismemberment, disembowelment

Bodies scattered across the landscape

Silent actors on a frozen stage

Waiting in stillness

The watchers watch from away

Imagining it was them that day

Wondering what others might say

Afterwards

Only the blood remains

Natural disasters

The human toll always great

Souls trapped in the debris

In the aftermath

When search and rescue

Changes to recovery

Bloated corpses

Eyes bulging, staring at nothing

Yet with fascination we stare

Somehow we seek to empathize

Twisted metal piled on roadways

Airliners strewn across many miles

The call to the living to gather

To experience the finality

Death is natural, it’s part of life

Making comparisons

Graphic voyeurism

Whispering and gathering

Emotional high to be alive

When at last they walk away

Desensitized, mind numb

Heads full of dark consumption

A thrilling risk in imagination

No concern, only contemplation

A destructive form of recreation

Without any real identification

Something they just had to see

Morbid curiosity

 

Additional Reading on the subject of Morbid Curiosity

Morbid Curiosity: The Disturbing Demises of the Famous and Infamous

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.
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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

4 thoughts on “Morbid Curiosity

  • August 2, 2016 at 8:52 PM
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    It seems so wrong to look, to study and observe, yet it is one of those things humans do. I remember my Mom telling us kids, “Don’t look!” and we would turn our heads, but were always curious. Great work, Ralph.

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  • August 3, 2016 at 7:53 AM
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    Ralph, this is a very graphic depiction of mankind’s morbid curiosity. Very well written poetry.

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  • August 3, 2016 at 6:26 PM
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    Tis a human trait, this fascination with death. very well expressed Ralph, with some great phrasing and stark imagery. I guess these images make us realize how fragile we are and how tentative our hold on life. Great work my friend.

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  • August 5, 2016 at 1:45 AM
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    Awesome poetry. It is so true that people tend to be fascinated by the very worst things.

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