My Lady, Poetry
Poetry is a soft
spoken woman
holding a revolver
She will either
embrace or
exterminate
you will attempt to
undermine Her
authority
you will beg
for Her forgiveness
She is a
timeless beauty
clothe Her in the
appropriate vernacular
and they will
notice Her elegant
mannerisms
the calendar’s digits
will not affect Her
reverence
Her vintage handbag
holds the secrets of
the past, and next
time She’ll pull out
Her silencer