Hero’s Lament

Andromeda by Paul Gustave Doré

Andromeda by Paul Gustave Doré

The rail lies cold against my ear,
listening not for a train
but hoping to hear the muffled
cries of a damsel in distress.

Sensing none, I follow the tracks
to the industrial warehouses,
hoping to find a brave and beautiful
reporter suspended over a vat of acid.

But these days the trains don’t run,
villains silence the press with lawyers
and I’ve learned that gratitude
fades with the morning dew

and a hero’s scars are just plain ugly
in the harsh light of every day.

 

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5 Responses to Hero’s Lament

  1. The villains are in the White House! Anyway, great poem! 👍

  2. Purpleanais says:

    I think I may just be as desilusioned and cynical as you are because I love this.

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