~  THE WHIMPERING  ~

              ' They Made Him A King '                                   
                 ( -and Then They Made Him WORSE.)

 Actors, poseurs, impostors and thief ..

they entertain one another in the midst of belief

that in private ceremony they've dressed up a King

but the masquerade is as thin as a puppet's shoestring.

   

 They wallow in the shallows admiring the depth..

with decompressed lungs they pledge their last breath

 to someone who wouldn't care except his feet be caressed

 - to the jingling of coin and the rustling of death.

    

 Maybe i'm as bad as the crawlingest one -

i pay up a compliment with suspicious tongue

but i've guarded my secret - i've reached out for those..

who i believe will join me when knife touches nose.

  

 We stand face to face with the little tyrant of crumb

 - and with a flick of my wrist he is relieved of his thumb.

for underneathe it he kept an amusing parade..

of noses and knees all brown with charade -

  As he stands there in shock to the move i have made..

  from the thumb to the throat, and the price is but paid

  

 All the curses and the insults, the derogatory snide

dribble down his 'beard' and puddle on his side..

he gurgles and mumbles in urine stained robe -

as i reach down and feed him his own earlobe

 

 An offering of flesh to the innocence he gored

with lies and stories to procure his reward

i look in his eyes and he knows my bootheels

have come with eternity to know how it feels.

 The whimpering might have gone on forever..

i bent with the knife intent to sever

when i was remembered to a gypsy circus..

- i got into the wagon and left the wolves a service.

           ~ The Armadillo Rekkons ~   May, 2010