The Cox Cries, Row On!
©October 28th 2021, Olan L. Smith
It is a ghastly wreck to witness, plastic necks entwine to observe
They whispers, "I hear three heads were severed,
Let me in, I want to see."
Passing motorists, necks stretch to the snapping
Point; they want to perceive more,
More ghoulishness, more blood, more gore.
Gather round the guillotine watch the head roll down. Enlaced
Necks tie in knots, more heads flop to see death materialize.
"Oh, I missed it, did you see? Tell me all about it, what was it like to see,
Did her eyes flutter?"
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Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
