Mai Li Poem by Ted Sheridan

Mai Li

Rating: 5.0


Once a killer, a soldier; a regular mercenary.
His talents were obviously not to be taken lightly. His eyes
let you know he wasn’t joking when he spoke of his enemies.
They were all dead now, but still very much alive in his head.
He had pissed on each one of their graves, with grimace and recycled beer.
Placed a wreath at their head after collecting the bounty on their ass; a man
who knew his limitations, he never made mistakes. Not one.
Retired now, he has found work as a poet.
He no longer requires his automatic weapons to kill; words are sufficient
to slay his readership without pulling a trigger.
At least nowadays when he goes off, the names have been changed
to protect the innocent and those few he let live....


2008 © T Sheridan

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
shel cope 16 February 2008

Agree with T McH below, there's a 'poetic' irony in the first comment....great writing Ted!

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This poem leaves me feeling immeasurably sad. There should be something uplifting about a man of war, a killer laying down his arms and taking up the pen, but in the context of this poem, it just feels tragic. Excellent work.

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Brittney Phillips 09 February 2008

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