Poems by John Pilkey |
Jacques-Louis David. The Sabine Women (1799) This poem consists of antique dragon's teeth I've diligently sown in dusty soil by catching without mask in baseball toil to overtop the league and win a wreath. A rising fastball strikes like sudden death against foul-tipping bat as sleek as oil and finds my upper lip to take a spoil of flying teeth with blood instead of breath. Observe, this bloody sowing bears a crop of future fighting men of living iron, whose coming promises to put a stop to falsehood by invading our environ. Instead of civil war each dragon's tooth bites into infidelity with truth. John Davis Pilkey |
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