The Genius in Germanics
by Robert Hunt
TRAVESTY.
THIS WHOLE WHIMSICAL TOWN IS FALLING ILL
TO THE WASTEFUL WORDS OF SOME FLUSH FACED FINAGLER.
HIS STRATEGICALLY STRIPED TIE AND SENSIBLE SPORT COAT SUBMIT THESE PIPS
TO GARGLE THEIR ENCROACHING DROOL AT THE MERE MENTION
OF HIS APPROACHING CHISELED CHIN.
HIS INTERPRETATIONS OF THIS BOOK AND ALL ITS CONTENTS LEAD MEN TO BELIEVE
HIS SERPENT CYNICISMS ARE THE VESSEL OF BURNING BUSHES AND MOUNTAIN-TOP TONGUES.
HE KNOWS HOW TO MAKE HIM TO USE THEM.
HE STRIPS THEM BARE OF A PROCESSING CELL AND ROTS IN HIS CHAIR,
HOLDING, IN PLACE, A HIGH AND COLLECTIBLE HELL.
NO TRIUMPHS PLEASE OR QUESTIONS, THIS IS A HOUSE OF OPPRESSION.
THE CLERGY ALL MARCH STIFF IN SUSPENSE OF WHY THIS GLUTTON NEVER SEEMS TO MAKE SENSE.
THEY GATHER THEIR THOUGHTS IN ONE PLACE,
HOPING TO TURN THIS POISONED PALACE INTO A RATIFIED STATE.
INDEPENDENCE FROM THE CORRUPT KING WHOS TURNED SILK TO STONE
WHO HAS GROUND THEIR FLESH FROM BONE
AND SHOWN NO SIGN OF HOME TO HIS OR THEIR OWN.
SCATTERED SOLDIERS BUILD THE BOATS TO SAIL ABOUT IN HOPES OF HITTING SOME HOLLOWED HILLS.
THEY BREATHE LIFE INTO THE NOTION:
THAT THIS TYRANT WILL BE BULLIED OFF HIS POST IN SIN.
OIL SOAKED BRIGHTS LIGHT THE PRESSING PRESENCE OF HIS MUTINOUS MEMBERS.
OPENS HIS LIPS AND THE WORDS COME OUT,
“ILL BE COWARD BEFORE TOWERED,”
HE SMIRKS HIS FLAWLESS JAW ONE LAST
AND INSERTS THE PEACEMAKERS PORT INTO HIS HUMBLED MOUTH.
TRAVESTY.
[divider/]Artist: Robert Hunt
Genre: Poetry
Bio: 28 year old veteran with an obsession for healthy living and an unhealthy obsession with writing, in any form. I have too many interests to stay focused for more than 5 minutes and I’m constantly focused on my many contradictions. I’m devoted to my better half, Michelle, who perpetually proves my previous statement.
Piece: The Genius in Germanics
Piece Description: I watched “Young Frankenstein” the night before visiting Dachau concentration camp, circa 2010.
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