Same Time Blind King.A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald
A study of my thoughts about the Tudors.
Sense lays heavy with rounded hooks on one’s mind,
A kiss once daring now lost to a king of church,
Makers now drift past peasants that know no better,
Easy to take steps to death away from his perch.
Taking prayers in darkened rooms might give impression,
Intimate meetings discovered but never given light,
Mighty words from w****s that seek to please cause,
Empires marked fiercely with Henry's sheer bite.
Better walks I've had for now they want me bound,
Letters written fall into the heat of open fires,
In each of us are friends that will turn our backs,
No thoughts, I search for wet wood,
Die they scream and chant more men to the racks.
Kind fellows never found against cowards of jewels,
Inspections are rarity never sought for those needing,
Never lay down with men that fear the ample breast,
Gone on the block, I say, Same Time Blind King.
© 2012 Thomas Fitzgerald
Wexford, Leinster, Ireland
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