One Morning in Gay Paris

~One Early Morning in Gay Paris~

 

She arrived early for the beheading.

Found a sidewalk table with a view of the execution.

 

She ordered coffee, then took a poem

written by the condemned from her pocket.

 

"Ah, she mused: Plato banned poets

from his Republic, and rightly so. Andre 

is a fool."

 

A large crowd gathered in the square.

The time had come. The heavy blade dropped.

Andre's head fell into a basket.

 

"Voila." She sighed, 

drank her coffee, then went to market.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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saiom's picture

Re guillotines

 

Some animal labs still use little guillotines to kill their subject mice

 

I never knew that Plato had banned poets.

 

A great poem



 

 

owlcrkbrg's picture

Thanks, Saiom

Plato sort of did. More like censored them: https://www.lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v20/n10/m.f.-burnyeat/art-and-mimesis-in-plato-s-republic 

 


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Starward's picture

I admire your talent in this

I admire your talent in this poem.  The action is so succinct, and yet a huge backstory is implied, thereby stirring up the reader's curiosity.  And the finale is, quite literally, final.


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owlcrkbrg's picture

Thanks, Starward

Glad you enjoyed. :)


"There is no good writing, only good editing."

Starward's picture

I sure did, and still do. 

I sure did, and still do.  Your succinct poetry has a very high quality---both accessible and profound (and so many poens fail to achieve that crucial balance).  Thanks again for posting this poem.


Starward

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