LPiA-23 Nov. 16

[Tiger the Lion]

Natural Disaster (A Plague of Trolls)


A wise man said, though smiling as he wrote,
majestic law forbids both rich and poor
to sleep beneath a bridge.  He did not say
in proto-socialism why that law
should be.

Now lately law, discarding majesty,
permits the poor, deranged and drugged to sleep
and live beneath its vital viaducts
where quantities of flammables are stored
for rent.

Not once but twice so far, foreseeably,
a major bridge has fallen, torched, collapsed
from arson by the trolls whom absent law
has fostered.  What could be more natural
than that?

Why are all the prompts so political this year?   

While I try to keep November prompts as generic as I can, poets tend to think metaphorically and make connections based on their unique perspectives and experiences, many of which I could never imagine. I think the poems this month may be more political than usual, but the prompts are what they are. Just cigars and nothing more.