Titans of Industry

Titans of Industry

A Poem by Cole Hayley

Titans of Industry 

Let’s sit close at the supper table

Then run down a hallway 
To the sound of a Nephew
Banging out Requiem 
On the family piano 

Or tap-dance in the great hall
To the how-not-why of perfect heartbeat

Then play archery with heirlooms and vases  
Live up to the bougie expectations 
Sing a song to pardon the trophy hunter
Since we all like to keep the heads of our kills 

Know this,
How I feel about my inheritance
Rescinds my right to one.
It’s about making your own way, you know?

So don’t speak at the ceremony,
Let us not sew anything
We don’t have the tools 
To unravel  

© 2017 Cole Hayley

Author's Note

Cole Hayley
The how-not-why line is borrowed from "Exit Strategy" by George Murray.

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Excellent. Sorry it took me so long to review!

Posted 3 Years Ago

I liked the poem. I wanted to know and understand more. You danced on many subjects, leaving the reader with something to think about. Always a pleasure to read your work my friend.

Posted 3 Years Ago

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Added on December 4, 2017
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Cole Hayley
Cole Hayley

Montreal, Canada

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