Saturday, February 4, 2017

Poem: The Emperor by Alison Stone

The Emperor
Alison Stone
Every life needs edges.
I protect you from the meadow’s
wanton splendor,
passion running amok.

Lean against my law
the way a child lets go
into a father’s arms. Pruned
and tethered vines bear stronger fruit.

Defy me
if the sobbing
of jailed innocents
grows louder than rain.

Kill me
when the names
for animals and sky
replace the animals and sky.

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