Oh Henry Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Oh Henry

God save the king
but not the queen
Her neck awaits
the guillotine
Someone to blame
each sacrifice
The son he wanted
whose birth on ice

The throne half-vacant
one seat to fill
The royal maidens
appear at will
Which one will prosper
how many fall
Into the moat
—of fate's recall

(The New Room: October,2023)

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