PO (1988 / St John's, NL)

A Queen And A Queen And A Man Between

Between two trees stood a sullen man
Counting on his words
When two Queens tilted at him
With sharp and heavy swords

The first struck fast and struck him hard
And left a growing wound,
Then the other struck him suddenly
And the shock hit hard and soon.

And as they pulled their weapons from his side
They wrenched the man in twain.
Oh, decision and love means only death,
Only death and pain!

by Patrick O'Reilly

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Comments (4)

I really liked thiss poem. It took my breathe away. Deanna
Wow, good job. It sounds like you put a lot of thought into this. It really puts a picture into your head.
Absolutely Mesmerizing!
whoa...that's all I got left! Ya took all teh words righ outta my mouth. Wow that one was shocking, exciting I could just see it amazing imagery. Pattie you rock my world!