Skull of a female Shroud-Eater (National Geographic)‘Shroud-Eater’ by Joseph S. Salemi The Society October 30, 2022 Culture, Poetry 18 Comments . Shroud-Eater The undead Shroud-Eater, or mâcheur de suaire, is not as well known as the vampire, but is just as horrifying. He prowls cemeteries chewing on his shroud and his own flesh, attacks persons, and brings plague or misfortune to anything in the vicinity. He can be killed only by shoving a brick or stone in his mouth, and reburying him. In 2005 the skull of a female one (mâcheuse) was unearthed at the island of Lazzaretto Nuovo in Venice, buried in the medieval plague pits. He walks at any time—the day, the night— Chewing his linen winding-sheet, and once He gets down to his bare and rotting skin Gnaws on that as well. His sightless eyes Are redder than poppy petals, and gaze out In that unfocused corpse-stare of the damned. Along the paths of graveyards he takes steps In a slow, half-hesitating gait Like one asleep, or drunk, or in a trance That drives him, as if cattle prods of Hell Were at his back, compelling him to move. There is one way to stop him. You must take A brick or stone and shove it in his mouth As far as it will go. His jaws, so locked, Can never chew again, and he will die, No longer trouble to the living world Or to the quiet cemetery’s rows Of sepulchers, sarcophagi, and urns. . . Joseph S. Salemi has published five books of poetry, and his poems, translations and scholarly articles have appeared in over one hundred publications world-wide. He is the editor of the literary magazine TRINACRIA and writes for Expansive Poetry On-line. He teaches in the Department of Humanities at New York University and in the Department of Classical Languages at Hunter College. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. 18 Responses Dan Ward October 30, 2022 They’ll be out in force on Nov 8 to vote. Don’t forget your voter ID and a brick! Reply Phil S. Rogers October 30, 2022 Fascinating! I had to do research on this, as a shroud eater was not something with which I was familiar. Never too old to learn something new. Thank you Reply Michael Zahn October 30, 2022 Nice! Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant October 30, 2022 Joe, the blank verse really suits the subject matter of this eerie poem. Its matter-of-fact, no-fuss delivery, make those “sightless eyes… redder than poppy petals” shine even brighter, and that brick or stone to shove in his mouth an absolute necessity. I had never heard of a shroud-eater until I read this seriously scary poem – coupled with the ghoulish picture… I fear a nightmare may seek me out in the wee hours… the sign of a powerful poem I should never have read. Reply Norma Pain October 30, 2022 The ‘Shroud-eater’ sounds like one horrible entity. I can think of a few people whose mouths would be better served by chewing on a brick!! Like people in power who keep telling lies. Thanks for the scare Joseph. Reply Paul Freeman October 31, 2022 A very atmospheric, spooky piece of writing. The blank verse worked well for this poem. Thanks for the read. Reply Roy E. Peterson October 31, 2022 Like others who made comments, the “Shroud-eater” is a new form of terror to me,” one which I never hope to encounter. More than that, is the erudite rendition and treatment of the subject that is compelling reading. Reply Brian Yapko October 31, 2022 This is sublimely creepy poetry and some fascinating information about a zombie-like monster I’ve never heard of. Perfect for Halloween. Reply Sally Cook October 31, 2022 Dear Joe — Awful ! Not the poetry certainly, which, for me, called up all my childhood nightmares; endless evenings under a sultry sky, being chased by something that had emerged from a black enameled closet door. I woke tired from running after every one of these awful evenings. Shades of C. S. Lewis ! Of course, today, most ghouls are in government ! Well, that’s what a good poem is, (among other things) words on a page that call up powerful emotions . Hope nothing comes out of my closet tonight ! Reply Joseph S. Salemi October 31, 2022 I also had never heard of the shroud-eater until a few weeks ago, when I came across the article about the discovery of the skull in Venice in 2005. The picture (which Evan reproduced above) that accompanied the article impelled me to write the poem. There are a few things about the shroud-eater on the internet, some in French, so the story has long been widespread in Europe, just like that of the vampire. The discovery of this skull only ups the ante. Reply C.B. Anderson November 1, 2022 Possibly, Joseph, your most macabre poem ever. I’m sure it’s just a coincidence that you posted it at the end of October. All you’ve done is give us one more thing to worry about. Reply Shaun C. Duncan November 1, 2022 This is a genuinely frightening poem, made all the more unsettling by the almost forensic use of language and lack of rhyme. It reminds me of the (prose) work of Thomas Ligotti, who I consider to be the finest horror writer since Lovecraft at least and maybe even Poe. Sadly, I paid far too much money a few years back for a volume of poetry he put out, expecting something of this quality. Instead it read like a 14 year-old goth imitating Rupi Kaur. It’s unfortunate that macabre poetry after Poe never seemed to blossom into a fully-fledged genre in its own right, and most of the examples I can think of (the works of Park Barnitz, Clark Ashton Smith and Lovecraft himself), though neglected, too often embraced the worst excesses of Poe and the decadents. Reply Joseph S. Salemi November 2, 2022 I agree — the Gothic horror style (of which Poe was the most prominent American representative) never seemed to catch on in this country. It lacked the kind of pious, goody-good, middle-class respectability that Americans prefer. Reply The Society November 6, 2022 This is an important note to the poet Joseph S. Salemi and to all readers: Someone with the following information email address: [email protected] IP address: 192.76.8.69 has posted some comments under Dr. Salemi’s name, including death threats. Those comments were deleted of course, but just in case you saw them, they came from some sinister internet troll trying to cause trouble. The Society of Classical Poets provides an open forum for discussing published poetry, and we hope to keep it open. Our comment policy can be found here https://classicalpoets.org/comments-policy/ -Evan Mantyk SCP Editor Reply Mike Bryant November 6, 2022 As the moderator, I must say that Dr. Salemi has never issued a threat to anyone. It is particularly vile that this poor excuse for a human being, ostensibly PJackson, was trying to deflect his crime onto another. Also, why are the threats, of death and violence, all coming from those who claim virtue? Does “NO DEATH THREATS” really have to be stated on our comment policy? Reply David Whippman November 6, 2022 The use of blank verse is effective here – a rhyming poem might have seemed a little trite. Well written and unsettling. Reply Margaret Coats November 9, 2022 Joseph, there is very little information indeed on the shroud-eater in our linguistic area of the internet. Your poem is now the top result in a search (probably because it’s most recent), even when I speak to the computer in French. An informative French site claims that the phenomenon is especially German, and speaks of instances farther east in Europe. The most chilling part of what I found says that shroud-eaters are morts-vivants who were buried alive, seemingly the result of hasty dumps of plague victims. They chew on their shrouds and then on their flesh because they need food to remain alive. This is a notable symbolic difference from the usual thirst (not hunger) of the dead. The supposed thirst of the dead, in varied cultures, is interpreted as the desire to be fully dissolved and thus capable of reincarnation, or of departing to wherever the dead stay beyond the graveyard. Shroud-eaters, on the other hand, are living beings who wish to continue in life. As you say in your poem, they will die and cause no more trouble only when they can no longer chew on their available food. I did read of an additional way to achieve this, other than forcing a brick or stone into the mouth. A 17th-century local official used a sword to decapitate one, which solved the problem in his town cemetery. With the nutritive pathway from mouth to body cut, the effect would be the same as lockjaw with a brick. As you see, you’ve upped the ante of interest in this phenomenon with your poem. Reply Joseph S. Salemi November 9, 2022 Margaret, thanks for your informative comments. Yes, I did read that account of a 17th-century official decapitating one of them of with a sword, with the effect of killing the creature. The suggestion that these beings may have been prematurely thrown into the plague pits by frightened sextons or corpse-gatherers is truly upsetting, and the image of them hungrily eating their own shrouds and flesh in sheer desperation makes my skin crawl. This may be how the legend began. The avalanche of victims during the sporadic outbreaks of bubonic plague was so overwhelming that mistakes like this may well have occurred. The number of the dead was so great in cities like London that there simply wasn’t any conventional space for all the corpses. In my poem “London Charterhouse,” about the martyrdom of the Carthusian monks under Henry VIII, I mention that the Carthusian “Charterhouse” in that city was in fact built upon a huge cemetery of plague victims from 1349. I imagine a terrified priest rapidly saying prayers over a crammed pit of blackened bodies, and leaving as quickly as possible. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Dan Ward October 30, 2022 They’ll be out in force on Nov 8 to vote. Don’t forget your voter ID and a brick! Reply
Phil S. Rogers October 30, 2022 Fascinating! I had to do research on this, as a shroud eater was not something with which I was familiar. Never too old to learn something new. Thank you Reply
Susan Jarvis Bryant October 30, 2022 Joe, the blank verse really suits the subject matter of this eerie poem. Its matter-of-fact, no-fuss delivery, make those “sightless eyes… redder than poppy petals” shine even brighter, and that brick or stone to shove in his mouth an absolute necessity. I had never heard of a shroud-eater until I read this seriously scary poem – coupled with the ghoulish picture… I fear a nightmare may seek me out in the wee hours… the sign of a powerful poem I should never have read. Reply
Norma Pain October 30, 2022 The ‘Shroud-eater’ sounds like one horrible entity. I can think of a few people whose mouths would be better served by chewing on a brick!! Like people in power who keep telling lies. Thanks for the scare Joseph. Reply
Paul Freeman October 31, 2022 A very atmospheric, spooky piece of writing. The blank verse worked well for this poem. Thanks for the read. Reply
Roy E. Peterson October 31, 2022 Like others who made comments, the “Shroud-eater” is a new form of terror to me,” one which I never hope to encounter. More than that, is the erudite rendition and treatment of the subject that is compelling reading. Reply
Brian Yapko October 31, 2022 This is sublimely creepy poetry and some fascinating information about a zombie-like monster I’ve never heard of. Perfect for Halloween. Reply
Sally Cook October 31, 2022 Dear Joe — Awful ! Not the poetry certainly, which, for me, called up all my childhood nightmares; endless evenings under a sultry sky, being chased by something that had emerged from a black enameled closet door. I woke tired from running after every one of these awful evenings. Shades of C. S. Lewis ! Of course, today, most ghouls are in government ! Well, that’s what a good poem is, (among other things) words on a page that call up powerful emotions . Hope nothing comes out of my closet tonight ! Reply
Joseph S. Salemi October 31, 2022 I also had never heard of the shroud-eater until a few weeks ago, when I came across the article about the discovery of the skull in Venice in 2005. The picture (which Evan reproduced above) that accompanied the article impelled me to write the poem. There are a few things about the shroud-eater on the internet, some in French, so the story has long been widespread in Europe, just like that of the vampire. The discovery of this skull only ups the ante. Reply
C.B. Anderson November 1, 2022 Possibly, Joseph, your most macabre poem ever. I’m sure it’s just a coincidence that you posted it at the end of October. All you’ve done is give us one more thing to worry about. Reply
Shaun C. Duncan November 1, 2022 This is a genuinely frightening poem, made all the more unsettling by the almost forensic use of language and lack of rhyme. It reminds me of the (prose) work of Thomas Ligotti, who I consider to be the finest horror writer since Lovecraft at least and maybe even Poe. Sadly, I paid far too much money a few years back for a volume of poetry he put out, expecting something of this quality. Instead it read like a 14 year-old goth imitating Rupi Kaur. It’s unfortunate that macabre poetry after Poe never seemed to blossom into a fully-fledged genre in its own right, and most of the examples I can think of (the works of Park Barnitz, Clark Ashton Smith and Lovecraft himself), though neglected, too often embraced the worst excesses of Poe and the decadents. Reply
Joseph S. Salemi November 2, 2022 I agree — the Gothic horror style (of which Poe was the most prominent American representative) never seemed to catch on in this country. It lacked the kind of pious, goody-good, middle-class respectability that Americans prefer. Reply
The Society November 6, 2022 This is an important note to the poet Joseph S. Salemi and to all readers: Someone with the following information email address: [email protected] IP address: 192.76.8.69 has posted some comments under Dr. Salemi’s name, including death threats. Those comments were deleted of course, but just in case you saw them, they came from some sinister internet troll trying to cause trouble. The Society of Classical Poets provides an open forum for discussing published poetry, and we hope to keep it open. Our comment policy can be found here https://classicalpoets.org/comments-policy/ -Evan Mantyk SCP Editor Reply
Mike Bryant November 6, 2022 As the moderator, I must say that Dr. Salemi has never issued a threat to anyone. It is particularly vile that this poor excuse for a human being, ostensibly PJackson, was trying to deflect his crime onto another. Also, why are the threats, of death and violence, all coming from those who claim virtue? Does “NO DEATH THREATS” really have to be stated on our comment policy? Reply
David Whippman November 6, 2022 The use of blank verse is effective here – a rhyming poem might have seemed a little trite. Well written and unsettling. Reply
Margaret Coats November 9, 2022 Joseph, there is very little information indeed on the shroud-eater in our linguistic area of the internet. Your poem is now the top result in a search (probably because it’s most recent), even when I speak to the computer in French. An informative French site claims that the phenomenon is especially German, and speaks of instances farther east in Europe. The most chilling part of what I found says that shroud-eaters are morts-vivants who were buried alive, seemingly the result of hasty dumps of plague victims. They chew on their shrouds and then on their flesh because they need food to remain alive. This is a notable symbolic difference from the usual thirst (not hunger) of the dead. The supposed thirst of the dead, in varied cultures, is interpreted as the desire to be fully dissolved and thus capable of reincarnation, or of departing to wherever the dead stay beyond the graveyard. Shroud-eaters, on the other hand, are living beings who wish to continue in life. As you say in your poem, they will die and cause no more trouble only when they can no longer chew on their available food. I did read of an additional way to achieve this, other than forcing a brick or stone into the mouth. A 17th-century local official used a sword to decapitate one, which solved the problem in his town cemetery. With the nutritive pathway from mouth to body cut, the effect would be the same as lockjaw with a brick. As you see, you’ve upped the ante of interest in this phenomenon with your poem. Reply
Joseph S. Salemi November 9, 2022 Margaret, thanks for your informative comments. Yes, I did read that account of a 17th-century official decapitating one of them of with a sword, with the effect of killing the creature. The suggestion that these beings may have been prematurely thrown into the plague pits by frightened sextons or corpse-gatherers is truly upsetting, and the image of them hungrily eating their own shrouds and flesh in sheer desperation makes my skin crawl. This may be how the legend began. The avalanche of victims during the sporadic outbreaks of bubonic plague was so overwhelming that mistakes like this may well have occurred. The number of the dead was so great in cities like London that there simply wasn’t any conventional space for all the corpses. In my poem “London Charterhouse,” about the martyrdom of the Carthusian monks under Henry VIII, I mention that the Carthusian “Charterhouse” in that city was in fact built upon a huge cemetery of plague victims from 1349. I imagine a terrified priest rapidly saying prayers over a crammed pit of blackened bodies, and leaving as quickly as possible. Reply
