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the fall
the f
a
l
l
it’s
the fight of your life
and
you know it’s
life or death
this time
survival of the
mis-fittest
all the world’s an
arena
your fate hangs
on the turn of a thumb
the gladiator bows
but Caesar isn’t looking
the
great blind fool
oblivious
to the hours of training
the cuts and bruises
the holds, punches and counter
punches
every sparring match
deathly serious
leading
inevitably to this
con-frontation
still
training all the
muscles
except
the one
most important
beating still
somewhere deep with-in
somehow
you’ve always known
he who would learn to fight
must learn how to
fall
all the great battles
and all the great
warriors
end this way
here’s hoping-humpty-dumpty
that patron saint
of all things
o-k
r e
b n -
may he bring peace
of mind
before the body
like bread
is broken
for a war that
already has been
won
If caesar ain't looking, what
If caesar ain't looking, what even is the point? And if Humpty is the patron saint of all the broken then we have so much to look forward to! Wonderful piece of satire. Thanks for sharing. /Rik.
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Thanks!
Hey, thanks for taking the time to comment on my poem! I've been browsing your works looking for a springboard into your work and mind. You right well and have a cohen like quality to your work which is kind of opaque, but which ar the same time leaves you wanting to know more about the mind and the experience(s) behind the poetry. I stumbled over "cannot, will not" and could really identify with the sentiments. I tried to reply directly in the poem but fot a message that I wasn't authorized. So, hope you get this reply. I tried to reply directly in the poem but fot a message that I wasn't authorized. So, hope you get this reply. The reference to writing to someone long dead gave me an association to this text by the Indigo Girls who do the same thing to Virginia Wolf. I think you might like it. The only problem is that they write so fucking well that one is left to feel a little impoverished in comparison. Be well and vest of luck with your work.
It's so sad that there is
It's so sad that there is this no authorisation business as None of us, I don't think so, have any access or "buttons" to do that.
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S'Been a while
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