The
Saffron King
That
ragged beggar enthroned
upon
the park bench,
helmeted,
with
grease-laden locks
pressed
against sallow skin.
His
needlework (cruel)
crewel
embroidery lined up
along
his veins,
his
stories forgotten.
Characteristics
of him
as
a living creature,
excretion/locomotion/respiration,
disbelieved.
What
widespread rejoicing do they publicize
when
What
songs do they sing to paint the town red
when
What
bets do they lay down
against
this saffron king’s cessation?
He,
abdicated by nature’s euthanasia.
The
misunderstanding of addiction’s need to rule.
Linda Imbler
Linda Imbler a poet and author of a number of titles including The Sea's Secret Song and Pairings both available from Soma Publishing http://www.somapublishing.com
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Poetry