...because death wasn't depressing enough! I wrote this poem many years ago about Eastern Europe but it really is kind of an all-purpose poem, a sort of "Nation-Building for Dummies" if you will. Enjoy!
Revolution
They buried him at midnight
in a trash dump, face down.
The shots in his back still bleeding,
the blindfold barely on.
They gave him curses for a eulogy,
an old boot for a headstone,
then they washed their hands collectively
and headed back for home.
Three days later they dug him up
and shook his hand heartily.
Gave him a shave, a suit of clothes,
a spanking new vocabulary.
A manicurist asked for no hard feelings,
a photographer said say cheese,
then they turned him round
marched into town
and called him Democracy.
wow, we were just discussing this very topic as I typed in your url...coincedence? it's a (sadly?) beautiful poem.
Posted by: 5penny | November 28, 2006 at 03:55 AM
You ought to publish that somewhere. It's really wonderful
Posted by: wordgirl | November 28, 2006 at 09:19 AM
That was amazing. I had no idea you were a poet too!
Posted by: Feral Mom | November 28, 2006 at 02:52 PM
I mean "too" as in, in addition to all the other cool things that you are. Not as in "like me." The last poem I wrote was in high school. It was about unicorns and knights. It sucked ass.
Posted by: Feral Mom | November 28, 2006 at 02:53 PM
I really appreciate these comments - thank you!
Posted by: LetterB | November 28, 2006 at 11:15 PM