Times New Roman Poem by nathan martin

so sterile the keys as they
punch, knock out their given slots,
each standing upright in line
like good roman soldiers do.

as resolute as stone icons
formidable yet acceptable
in all the lower 48.

times new roman......
times new roman........
me to death, crucify me
with each roman letter
because i happen to be
an odd character.
one not easily read or recognized.

i am old norse.
i am latin children parading
slowing across the page,
i am the tragic king painted
in rich iconic gold leaf.

i cant be bound in a book
i cant be put on a memo.
i don't fit in your mailbox, keyboard,
rubber stamped out font.
i am unique.
i am a character.