The Underlord. Poem by Guy Northam

The Underlord.



I. Primitive Man

He was circumcised
And tanned
The skin, making
A ring
For her. She wore it loosely
Not bound by his flesh.
He was a warrior, angry
And powerless.

II. The Chieftain

Big man, buried
With your horse,
Sword and spear
At your side.

No one knows your name,
The one that had
Others quake with fear.

Slaves did not dare
Look at you.
Now we fumble
Through your bones.

Friday, August 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: power
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