- Non-Erotic Poetry
- American Zombie
Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click here
They dug my hole
in the Siberian ground
but my lifeless body,
it still gets around:
out in the fields,
haunting the town.
I'm the liberty
they used to Revere,
boiled in the tea
they no longer feared.
I'm like Caligula
starry eyed and dosed on blood,
singing 'the blues'
at The Hilton Inn...
while the pharasite on T.V.
talks of Jesus and sin,
while the symphony touches
the soft war drum...
"gas! gas!
quick boys"
resuscitates the poet
summoning Wagner's "Valkyries"
from the Ragnarokian ruins
of imperial German culture
Napalm falls like
the conductor's sword...
a lady faints
and we rush her air:
morphine!, adevan!, snuff?
the devil's orchestra
starts another aria,
and we look around:
nobody cares
- COMMENTS
Ashesh9over 9 years agoThey used to Revere
Boiled in the tea
They no longer fear !
.....with references to Paul Revere & the Boston Tea Party : 2 icons of the American War of Independence i salute this Poem with a 5 , Sean !
