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


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

    yes, it is as we make it

  2. My brother, you are a master of the craft, the philosophy and the raison d’être of poetry. Marvellous!

  3. kristianw84 says:

    If only more people understood to be called “king,” one must earn the right! A wonderful lesson that the words we say have a lasting impact. As adults we often look back and see the scorned child within, but we don’t have to keep repeating the patterns we know. This is another one for “The Entire World Needs to Read This” category!

  4. K.L. Hale says:

    Your words are so humble~yet loud with truth and wisdom. What a beautiful balance. 💛

  5. petespringerauthor says:

    Seems like a good lesson for those who feel empowered to say anything over social media.

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