~One Early Morning in Gay Paris~
She arrived early for the beheading.
Found a sidewalk table with a view of the execution.
She ordered coffee, then took a poem
from her pocket
written by the condemned.
"Ah, she mused: Plato banned poets
from his Republic, and rightly so. Andre
is a fool."
A large crowd gathered in the square.
The time had come. The heavy blade dropped.
Andre's head fell into a basket.
"Voila." She sighed,
drank her coffee,
then went to market.
Re guillotines
Some animal labs still use little guillotines to kill their subject mice
I never knew that Plato had banned poets.
A great poem
Thanks, Saiom
Plato sort of did. More like censored them: https://www.lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v20/n10/m.f.-burnyeat/art-and-mimesis-in-plato-s-republic
"There is no good writing, only good editing."
I admire your talent in this
I admire your talent in this poem. The action is so succinct, and yet a huge backstory is implied, thereby stirring up the reader's curiosity. And the finale is, quite literally, final.
Starward
Thanks, Starward
Glad you enjoyed. :)
"There is no good writing, only good editing."
I sure did, and still do.
I sure did, and still do. Your succinct poetry has a very high quality---both accessible and profound (and so many poens fail to achieve that crucial balance). Thanks again for posting this poem.
Starward