Poem: I’d make the ferryman cry if he was good

I’d make the ferryman cry

if he could

If he was good

he’d shake off his shackles

of misunderstood.

He’d slake off his

prison guard hood

and weep for the hopeless waifs

who couldn’t afford the pointless.

i think I’ve finally escaped

the warped up constant

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the broken coin goggles of wealth.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. I loved how you worked classical allusions to Charon in with the inequalities and economic disparities of modern society in this poem.

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    1. Thanks Christopher, Charon and the River Styx always intrigued me as a child, glad you liked the modern take on it.

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