I am a soldier!
Albeit I don't own an Army uniform
I belong to the Mafia!
Albeit I never saw Sicily
In my last incarnation,
I was a Greek
And I worshipped only Mnemosyne
Those who don't know my tale
Often say I am feisty
Unknown to them
I 'd wept more than I smiled
They only see my squirrel
When it is in the chips
Never knowing my squirrel
Ofttimes sleeps zero-bellied
The lizard's egg may be softer
But tougher than an ostrich's
If you climb Olumo successfully
Better call it your own Everest
The Catholic Order taps no blood from England
And the masquerade borrows no wares
My heart once made of stone
Now is of steel
Steel with the densest alloy
I flew without wings
I lived in the desert
Where there were no oases
I didn't do as Mao says
That through guns alone I gain might
But I did as he says
That my watchword be-
One against nine, nine against one
Kongi also exhorts me-
To set forth at dawn
So I can move as whirlwind
Epistemology plus logic is Philosophy
My talons are now stronger than an hawk's
Now I dance among foes unhurt!
Vivid imagery, loved the poetic terminology used! Good work! ; D
A very intimate and intense poem. Good use of words and imagery. I like the usage of your images for which you built upon to give the poem its meaning. thanks for sharing Michael
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
interesting.. powerful imagery!