The Devil's Throne Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Peasant bread to feed the masses,
millers stone between the classes

Grovel here and grovel there,
crumbs for beggars—no meat to share

Caught inside the rising dough,
leavened voices cry out low

Baking deep within the flames,
bribes that lie—and Lords to blame

With each slice cut, Hell calls a name,
its coals to brand, ignoble fame

Bread for the masses, meat off the bone,
revenge on fire—the Devil's throne

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2018)