04-29-2022, 04:27 PM
This is a poem about a pen,
but I don't want to make it obvious,
like a poem about a fen saying it's about a fen,
which line, once read, prompts the question - what then?
It's also supposed to adhere to some sort of structure,
an ode after Horace, not Clarabelle cow's
boyfriend in an old Disney picture,
but one of the boughs
of the tree of Western culture
where I sit, as a vulture
atop the new sepulchre
fresh with Christian's vows
of the slain Galilean,
the plain Galilean,
who died in pain
not committing his thoughts to paper,
leaving for us a caper -
did he die knowing he lived a lie,
like a pointless, burned out taper?
If only he had a pen,
what then?
but I don't want to make it obvious,
like a poem about a fen saying it's about a fen,
which line, once read, prompts the question - what then?
It's also supposed to adhere to some sort of structure,
an ode after Horace, not Clarabelle cow's
boyfriend in an old Disney picture,
but one of the boughs
of the tree of Western culture
where I sit, as a vulture
atop the new sepulchre
fresh with Christian's vows
of the slain Galilean,
the plain Galilean,
who died in pain
not committing his thoughts to paper,
leaving for us a caper -
did he die knowing he lived a lie,
like a pointless, burned out taper?
If only he had a pen,
what then?