TITAN

It's National Poetry Month, you slackers! Time to quit contemplating dead Playboy models and whether or not your favourite alcoholic celebutante wears underwear and spend a little time contemplating something of some cultural consequence. So, to kick off the month from the communications tower high above the Temple of the Poet Gods in the City of Legends, I present to you one of The Poet's infamous "capital T" works. He still hasn't explained to me the reason for the titling, but maybe one day...

TITAN

water to earth
earth to air
air to fire
to be quenched by the waves

nobody saves anybody
in the end
my friend
it all ends badly
sadly
for the brave soldiers
on the barricades
playing charades
of national anthems
and a battlecry
that will die
soon after the sound

pounding the walls
of stone and earth
with fists made bloody
by the ruddy soil
boiling away the clay
to leave us
something primal
criminal
and best forgotten
a test gone rotten
and the eggs float
like a capsized boat
unable to carry anything
but an object lesson


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