A New Poem

After a fairly long period of writers block I wrote this yesterday. I personally don't believe in explaining poetry, so I will let the piece speak for itself.

They went and visited
The Scorpion King,
Watching as his gladiator children,
Too timid to kill, lusted to feast
On the heart of a cricket.

His legs were all broken.
The Queen watched with pleasure
As he clawed through the gravel,
Living on borrowed time.

The Maestro played electric mandolin
Tethered to a ball and chain
A freight train roared by the prison
And a Jew celebrated Christmas in July.

25 July 2005

Topic: Poetry