They Hanged Him by Sy Roth

Original photography by Robert Sundheimer
Original photography by Robert Sundheimer

They hanged him to get his attention
And it worked.
His brain, air-starved-ravenous,
Sought honor.

In his unwhetted dream,
He learned –
They wanted to teach him
And the State, it seemed, had won
again.

Determined not to fall victim,
He fell
victim
to their god of purging, and
like so much vomit retched down a drain
he added to their odiferous world.

The hanging melted him in their Vulcan forge.
Hephaestus hemorrhaged his eyes
Until he reflected more clearly on their lines of demarcation,
and their malevolent eyes
skipping along the ancient, clever iters,
the long and winding Roman roads
iterations in a world rife with rotten roads,
gut-busting roads–
bumpy ends in a world of endless potholed roads.

For now, the air tasted fresher.
Only the vestige of the mark they left around his throat
reminded him of his plié in the air
where his feet failed to make congress with the ground
And his legs pedaled frantically on his blue-remembered Schwinn Western Flyer
To find terra firma
Where terra-infirma planted its monuments and dreamed of its empires.

Above, a firmament dotted with its extinguished, ancient stars
the determined enders shrouded the night.
Below,
cutting and swinging and ingesting its endless meals,
the world in thrall
they bound them in a cosmic tangle of enmity.

Perhaps all men should go a round or two with hanging.
Let the wind swing them like shiny crystals in a chandeliered firmament
So, they can uncover the edges of their existence.

Let them arrive full circle on their endless caravans of cattle cars,
circumnavigate the ebon void
To return altered perhaps
To find the chaste air a deliciously cooling respite
From the maddening , arm-raised idolaters
Who seek a Mount Olympus of deities
To worship and genuflect.

©2018 Sy Roth
Original photography by Robert Sundheimer

 

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Sy Roth is a retired school administrator who has finally found the sounds of silence and the time to think whole thoughts. This has led him to find words and the ability to shape them. He has published in Visceral Uterus, Amulet, BlogNostics, Every Day Poets, Barefoot Review, Haggard and Halloo, Misfits Miscellany, Mad Swirl, Larks Fiction Magazine, Danse Macabre, Bitchin’ Kitch, Bong is Bard, Humber Pie, Poetry Super Highway, Penwood Review, Masque Publications, Foliate Oak, Miller’s Pond Poetry and The Eloquent Atheist.

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