Scott Minar


Report From Hades - Poem by Scott Minar

Last week, the electorate voted Minotaur
Governor of the Malformed. Like his father
he raised taxes and seeks now to outlaw labyrinths
as too challenging. The weather is bleak,
a chiaroscuro of heat lightning
and bole clouds. Politicians complain
about inherited rule,
how it weakens the economy,
the drive to create new tortures. Some
think the illusion of anarchy best,
a dark forest behind every eyelid. One
cabal sought to subvert the monarchy,
which proved bad for wasp propagation
so the revolution was scrapped. Still,
one can't help thinking change
might do some good. The tyrant
might grant a move—unhouse
the real estate, redraw the population.
But how would one go about that?
Minotaur, now eyeless, and echoing
all self-blinded souls, said,
'I don't mind that God hates me.
It's that he finds my pain useful
which turns my thoughts to
black flies.'


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From a Zbigniew Herbert stratagem

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 26, 2014


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