Saturday, November 6, 2010

What Happened to the King?

My German father’s eyebrows
branched like Brezhnev’s,
sprang out in a mob
of angry arms, all angular

and seizing: flaming forest
full of Valkyries. When
he died, some idiot mortician
clipped them off his corpse.

Every lover I have ever won
has run a kindred course –
sizzling to numb.

What happened to the king?
What manner of a thing
did he become?


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