Henry VI, King of Germany
Came to settle disputes—an admirable mix.
But beneath the nobles debating with pride
The castle floor suddenly opened wide.
The gathering took place in Erfurt’s tower hall,
Where bishops and lords answered the royal call.
Yet the beams broke loose with a thunderous clatter—
Dropping them straight into the castle’s… matter.
The pit below was the castle latrine,
A fate both dreadful and strangely obscene.
Some drowned outright in the dreadful mire,
Ending a quarrel in muck far dire.
Henry survived by clutching a stone ledge high,
Watching the chaos from safely nearby.
Thus history notes with grim irony’s grin:
A court debate that collapsed from within.
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Matthew R. Callies (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about the Erfurt latrine disaster which took place in 1184. For more context visit: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erfurt_latrine_disaster
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Clever wordsmithing and rhyme make this a wonderful poem and to cap it all off the story itself and the irony involved make it a fave
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