Old Cocks Die Soft In The Mud (Writing About A Famous Couple) Poem by Melvina Germain

Youth standing beside an old rogue

uplifting dead spirits, bringing them to

life once again. Dressing an old king

who indicates he needs a young friend.


Falling in the clasps of a sordid mess,

an old codger could not pass the test.

To the pit of horror, his scum released,

a racist demon unfolds it's crease.


Poor, poor man, years unexposed but

as time comes to end, before the

inevitable takes it's place, an old man

is placed in the hot fire of disgrace.


How do we fare, the youth that brought

him down or was it innocence who

threw in the towel and a demons catch

threw a long home run. A struggle

begins within the deep seated bowel.


Anger begets a scorned, wretched man.

His rage is ugly and his words are dark.

He fires the sword far because he can.

Words so deep marred with dirt, an old

man strikes a young woman down.


A bombastic woman with strength of a

tigress. His sword bounced back and

left no scars, only a smile etched upon

the face of venus and mars.


Old cocks die soft in the mud. Jagged

knives, piercing eyes, crocodile tears,

wear many a disguise. The betrayed,

betrayed by an innovative youth awww

telling it like it is, in the vat of old

truth.


Written by: Melvina Germain

Date: May 23/2914