The Kept Poems

PIECE OF PAPER

May 2009

In a piece of paper

A litany of sentimental vows and attachments

Was perfectly scribbled long before Pilatus' time

Such follows a festive celebration of bouquets

A prevalent get-together of the Romans

The beginning of a life anew.

It used to be an assurance

A pledge upon a woman's encumbered honor

For the gods shall curse those who defy

And shall condemn her kind who gambled with fiend

Once she messed up with a gladiator's heel

Redemption shall precede thy unscrupulous pride

And bleed in an eternal pact.

If the poet will be riding the same black horse

Perhaps her horse will be grazing the meadow

For many has already been lost by thy cozy route

A poet would rather hang-on on her own for a while

Let her horse rest under a perennial tree

Than forever tied with a handsome vermin.

And so the poet has written an ode about her liberation.