There's nothing left of the arrogant old world
who leaves history ,forgetting to flush .
Denying its genius for an illusion
of fragmented ladies and gentlemen .
0ld golden empires plucked from solar temples.
Your greying feathers contemplating
little kids playing fiddle ...
Do you see the Golgotha wood
rotting fish scales ?
salomon david ,unworthy son
depriving the sky of its moons ...
West side starry,the sun never sets again
silence keeping it awake !
O you old world !
Your flamboyant eagles give birth to pigeons
circling around the folly table
and begging for a few crumbles more ...
And then Lee Van Cleef pulls out his gun .
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Great write
Thanks .A touch of humor for day of the dead .
You're welcome
The oblivion of true values and the inevitability of the decline of former power. A bitterly ironic work with a powerful ending. Impressive!
Europe has a brick in its stomach !
Wonderfully worded this poem portrays for me a world rusting and aging with deterioration from previous splendor, then comes the final line and oh yes I remember Lee Van Cleef but then I too am old.
I love the morals of these spaghetti westerns : World is divided between those with a gun and those who dig: ''you dig ! "
You had me with "who leaves history, forgetting to flush " and rounded off nicely with "Your flamboyant eagles give birth to pigeons". Good job here.
A realistic assessment ... Thanks dan !
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