Freed At Last
A sheep in wolf’s clothing,
my tongue cuts heart like a double-edged sword,
break bones and crush diaphragms
words breeds soul like specter-guided algae bloom
give life to those who seek hope
death to those who turn tail and swim away,
for I make a mockery
of theories, hypothesis, vain rationalizations
of the human mind.
I sit on heaven’s throne
a bishop amongst pawns,
heralded as a celebrity within a celebrity and
wolves that languish at my feet
begging to lick the crumbs off my plate
while I pet them on the top of their heads,
saying, “good dog, good dog.”
After all is said and done,
the jury comes back with the verdict:
not guilty, and I leave the courtyard
on a red carpet tongue with bulbs of hard work
flashing in my woolen face
where I move flocks with mere words
from one mountain to the next.
Comments
Great and cleverly written poem which made it a wonderful read !
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Powerfully and cleverly put. Sort of like saying throw the poor dog a bone that's about all he deserves for his efforts. Must break the chains and be free. Love the pics.
Very nice poem and I loved the last two lines especially.
Well done!
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