III: The Myth of Geese#
the royal flock across the river banks
in molting courts proclaim the summer theirs,
its peasant fields now owned by inner ranks
of scheming birds engaged in crude affairs.
a secret circle forms the noble core,
the princelings graze, reposed on flowing knolls.
as sentry towers hiss away the poor
and watch the ground in swiveled neck patrols.
they chase the beggars pecking fields for seed,
these pegasi that charge with flightless wings,
dominion boundless as their princelings’ greed.
the empire hunger breeds the feathered kings.
the heralds honk their liege with trumpet tongue
and sing the myth of geese to gosling young.
July 2025
Date |
Publication |
Status |
|---|---|---|
July 22, 2025 |
Earth Amulet Poetry Competition |
Pending |