Posted by: Lisa | January 10, 2016

The Hungry King

“He wants the chicken to fly cooked
into his mouth.” Perched on his throne
scepter in hand, he bellows commands
to his slaves, to his harem — ever watchful
lest anyone find a moment’s rest, a time
of peace. Father of lies promises protection,
a life-raft at night amid the stormy sea.
Yet his red-hot fury boils water, even
blood, under what we hope is thick skin.
Feed him, dammit! Now isn’t soon enough
to blend hell with heaven — a delicious
flambé bird dressed in purple negligeé.
Grab more wood for the fire! Fix tea!
Bury your feathered dreams beneath his tree.

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