Poetry

You should have asked me. 
Why was it not important- 
to take a life, for saving 
one other life? 
 
I say, what did you give 
me after the coronation? 
Some sinuous questions? 
Or splayed my heart open? 
 
The crowd was always absurd. 
You were latched onto the- 
bronzed face of a naïve hero, 
who wants the ants to drag an elephant. 
 
The bone ossification proves 
that you were still a juvenile. 
St. Anthony's Fire? You want to 
embrace the death now?