To Be King

 

 

Like the sting of rapier

The words cleave the trodden soul

Blood bound to the crimson spewed

In payment, the heavy toll

 

 

Mirrored image truculent

A child seen in repose

The wonder gone from their eyes

And wonder of where it goes

 

 

Flesh has born in body torn

Epitaphs in sullen grey

A feast is spread before us

Table filled with what we say

 

 

There upon white muslin sheet

Your past lies as your repast

A thousand lashes are struck

From dispersions that were cast

 

 

So, council not to anger

Speak only words in wisdom

For what we put in the world

Our kingdom it shall become

 

 

Comments
11 Responses to “To Be King”
  1. beth says:

    a heartbreaking warning

  2. Jim Borden says:

    the last two lines are a powerful way to end the poem. well done, Brad.

  3. Oh so very true that message in this powerful poem filled with vibrant images and precise words. Fantastic my friend! Great work!

  4. jonicaggiano says:

    What an amazing poem Brad. Such lovely words to remind us all, that there is a price to pay for those who hurt others unnecessarily. Reminding us that we will be judged by our actions and words. Such metaphors, this poem is rich with meaning.

    “A feast is spread before us
    Table filled with what we say”

    “A thousand lashes are struck
    “From dispersions that were cast”

    So brilliantly written. One of my favorites Brad.
    Sending love ❤️ Jonikins

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