poetry by j matthew waters

Not in this town

I come in peace said the warrior prince
dressed like a peafowl and riding a
gray warhorse adorned in rhinestones
pearl-handled pistols at his side

The women ruling these lands
rejected his claims and quickly
stripped him of his royalty
sentencing him (without due course)
to a life of hard labor in the diamond mines

As for his band of hapless soldiers
(and his pearl-handled pistols)
they were rounded up and taken to
Timbuktu where they were sold on the
open-market for pennies on the dollar

march two thousand seventeen
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3 thoughts on “Not in this town

  1. Haha “dressed like a peafowl”!

  2. It sounds like the queen of hearts is that heartless ruler.

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