Extra Pound Unsound
SacramentalCloser, and closer, to the iron point,
a yearly metal meal waits to anoint
the king with blood and metal mystery,
a rite held, as each date in history,
a ritual to cleave from joint each joint.
Extra Pound dreams of a medieval mystery meal, a sacrifice turned sacrament, shrouded in time's dark miasma.
'Editional' Thought: Maybe I should title the poem "Sacremetal."
Labels: Limericks
2 Comments:
Ah, with this one you've got ol' Extra by the toe!
Extra has a toe?
Jeffery Hodges
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