moat
by Tim G. Young
all along the watch tower
runs a filthy
smelly moat
visitors watch the heads bob
of freshly butchered goats
the draw bridge is rotted
and creaks like an alarm
just last week
a guard pulled the wrong pin
and lost his right arm
the castle itself
is splendid
nobody inside
ever goes out
but often hang from the windows
shouting what is this
all about
it's not easy to say
and nobody really knows
because like an odor
it often comes and goes
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I like this. It's fun and catchy, but also has a sharp bite. Don't read a lot of poetry that has these qualities. This is like the best of Frederick Seidel.
Its realism makes one shiver yet its poetry is beautiful.
Thanks to Chris & Erika.
This doesn't lag but keeps its pace and tension all the way through, which works very well with the subject.
Hey David. Thanks.