Guest Poet Pete Sokarda

The Ruler

I stood there frozen and amazed.
With just a wave of your hand
and a tilt of your head 
you ripped my heart in two.

Such power!  Only a king could wield;
that with two simple gestures
my life you'd shatter.

With bleeding hands I'll crown you
king of my misery,
lord of my sorrow,
and broken hearts will trail
to pay you homage.

For now you rule.

February, 1998

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