Wednesday, January 20, 2010

hearoseforemmy

up from the grave he arose
up from his tomb he arose
when they pried the mummy loose

ne’er to betrothe
but dead he’s a rose,
fallen for emmy’s noose

h.meanshomermeanshomosexual
&
b.meansbarronmeansbarren

no crops to yield
no soil fit to be tilled

no garden in sight
no women at night

certainly no roses
for her majesty’s might

and so emmy
carved an h.
and then she
etched a b.

into the throne
her king to see

to seat
him eternally
in her chambers

flushed of color
wilting to bone
stunk up from death:

he’s a rose

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