Romulus

Black steam train
headed to neverwas town
nowhere usa.

Fifty gold pieces
will buy your way.
Burning smoke plumes
out the top
of your aching head
hanging half way out the window
decompressing in the open air.

God save the queen
from the man silhouetted in tv snow
with a sharp tongue
and the golden finger
making sparks
chipping away
at the coldest shoulder.

Meat hooks
coming through the dead door.
How it must feel to stare at the wall
letting the sun
slowly blister your tired aching hands.
picking up the same bible and positioning it
at different corners of an empty room
hoping god will see your suffering
But the wolves in the woods
keep feasting
on the messengers hands.

If i keep writing,
If i keep reading,
this will never end
and i wont stop breathing
and i wont stop sleeping
waiting for the wine
to turn back into water
as i build an empire
of slowly aging kings.

Romulus.