Warrior
Four by four
No less
No more
His aspirations
Sign written
In silver
Window down
Papers released
Doves with
No peace
Smeared and
Laden with
Deep fried
Grease
Crash land on
The street
He pans
For gold
In the homes
Of the old
Affording more
Charm
To hang
On the arm
Which feeds
The hand
That slightly
Squeezes
The beak
Pecking
The nest egg
Feast
His hand
Will guide
Her down
To show her
More charm
Whilst his
Other hand
Handles the
Wheel
Something
Is missing
Along this
Concrete path
Of his green
And pleasant land
It's a tow rope
And his nigger
Stu Buck
Sat 10th Oct 2015 12:57
there is something captivating about using so few words per line but filling each one with so much meaning and emotion. quite apart from the words, which are excellent and others have perfectly critiqued, i adore the minimalism of your work. taking the poem and pasting it into a word document with the text aligned to centre produces an almost crystalline drip of words and letters. it really is lovely. hope you dont mind that i did that by the way, far be it for me to alter someones work but i just wanted to see what happened. and it was good!