Here are a couple more re-runs from Facebook. Again, these two poems arose from totally different inspirations; though afterwards, I noticed disturbing similarities between them, which made me decide to post them together. The first one is about Roman slave collars. The second one is about ties (it's not about anyone in particular, just someone who doesn't like their job.) Take that for what it's worth. There is no real connection between what I was trying to convey in each poem, just some superficial similarities.
Roman Slave Collars 3/22/2010
The iron ring beneath his head,
With dire wish: to see him dead,
Tightens tighter round and round
Like echoes off the frigid ground.
A ceaseless circle without end,
A token of eternity,
Of bondage whence he cannot flee.
The Tie 3/25/2010
An exclamation upside down:
A tie at odds with solemn frown
And somber suit which this man wears,
Who looks around with sickly stares.
His head: a point that yells a shout
The line below leaves none in doubt:
This punctuation mark means noise
Which makes no sense with this man's poise,
Nor with his silent attitude,
His mask-like face or languid mood.
He feels a rope that steals his breath
That ever wishes for his death.
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