Royal Tales » Poetry http://royaltales.com Portoflio of Taylor Stevens Wed, 18 Jan 2012 17:10:14 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3 King James (on the Good Foot) http://royaltales.com/poetry/king-james-on-the-good-foot/ http://royaltales.com/poetry/king-james-on-the-good-foot/#comments Sat, 25 Oct 2008 19:57:49 +0000 taylorstevens http://royaltales.com/?p=162 Boston, April 5th, 1968 Cities Nation-wide shook when the King fell and fires engulfed the eyes of those who thought beside him. But in Boston King James quelled the chaos, and swelled the soul; funk overwrought the shattered masses but that Friday night the Godfather took control of the air, he rose up on frenzied heels shining bright and when he spun the whole earth turned to meet him there, no matter the arc. While other cities burned, Brown bloomed sound in Beantown and kept kicking out the sparks. ]]> http://royaltales.com/poetry/king-james-on-the-good-foot/feed/ 0 Sonnet for the Dogs of Kolkata http://royaltales.com/poetry/sonnet-for-the-dogs-of-kolkata/ http://royaltales.com/poetry/sonnet-for-the-dogs-of-kolkata/#comments Sat, 08 Mar 2008 18:44:46 +0000 taylorstevens http://royaltales.com/poetry/sonnet-for-the-dogs-of-kolkata/ Kolkata dogs with their single mixed blood lay passed out on sidewalks of midday heat. Bitch's tits sag dusting tired milk in mud while sires long to coax some scraps from the street. They bathe in showers dusty, dry and stale, and scratch in mindless strokes their flea ridden skin, leaving gold coats splotchy, raw and pale, their flesh thin and loose where meat should have been. A litter sifts some litter under cars as the sun fades in the afternoon haze. They will sleep beneath a blanket of no stars, hunger, not light, will wake them to the day. And in the morning few will have survived, left to be mourned by those barely alive.

This poem originally published in Eckerd Review

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