Maylee Bossy

Rookie - 87 Points (17/02/95)

Love Never The Dictator - Poem by Maylee Bossy

Sheets draped like a toga
I fingered the ancient ruins in your ashtray
Imagined it snowing ashes out our window
Grass coated grey with innocent flesh
I dipped my thumb in
To mark your skin with a cross
We are the annointed, love,
Never the dictator
With cheeks pressed to the tracks of Berlin
The flesh turned bread
In the hands of the hungry
The clouds never do clear
We are the condemned

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

References to Caesar, Hitler and Stalin in that order.

'The flesh turned bread'- after World War 2 and the Holocaust (where the ashes of victims were dispersed in the air) Germany was in need of Western aid. Planes dropped supplies into Berlin, including bread rations and other foods.

Comments about Love Never The Dictator by Maylee Bossy

  • Rookie - 20 Points Hope Janson (2/10/2013 10:22:00 AM)

    i love this one it is so good! keep writing :) (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Adam Russell (2/7/2013 5:33:00 PM)

    I dig it. Original. Uniquely you (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 7, 2013



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