would I be a good king?

second poem in trilogy

It is the father with his hand on the
small of his son’s back, and 
the bicycle which must wobble before 
it glides; the king is the oarsman answering 
to a thousand voyagers, both pushed and 
taken, yet keeps his fists squarely on the handlebars;
the king looks over the side of his boat,
sees his people blossom only to wilt;
the father lets cement teach the lessons,
lets it peel blood from his blood.

Both king and father do not row against the current. 
I would not be a good king.

¹art by Pragna Gaddamedi (@prgs.jpeg)

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Poetry Tip of the Day!

Today’s poetry tip is actually another poem! Despite the conclusion that I would not be a good king, I tried to devil’s advocate and think about if I had to be king. This is what I came up with, and it ended up being the final poem in this trilogy:

Why Would I Be A Good King?

third poem in trilogy

There is a king now,
And his is the throne, and his is yours
And you are yours, and they are you,
And they are good, so you are good,
But my king why are you good?
Because they are me,
And they are for me,
And they are of me,
And I am of them,
And they are good,
But why are they good?
Because they are me,
And I am good because 
I am yours. I am of you. I am for you.

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