Parcels in Service

An oddly descriptive piece looking back on life at Americas #1 package facility... Experiment created for my Poetry Workshop class at Columbia in 2007

A palace maze, stagecoaches wind the interior

The hierarchy, kings and queens with heads topped in jewel

A knight in shining armor and his chariot

Sweeps up the young servant girl-

Providing more fodder for the jesters.

The congregation, body politic

Will have my head ‘round suppertime

A roast, sumptuous in cyanide

The band orchestrates, and they waltz

To the nines, in formal’s best.

Author's Note

Any suggestions for line breaks? Keep in mind: we were only given two minutes to write these in class. May add to this at a later date.

Reviews

[JP thinks the WC is apt..]

You've very nicely captured the opulance of the palace and the extravagance of its occupiers. This couplet in particular stood out as an indictment of those with blue blood: 'Will have my head 'round suppertime
A roast, sumptuous in cyanide'.

It's a grand and original image. A head basted with cyanide. Great piece.

P.S: A belated thanks for the kind review, it was much appreciated.