Death of the Half Monkey King

Death of The Half Monkey King ( for my friend Neil Lloyd ) Cave men half human monkeys Sat gibbering and snarling Perched all around his garden wall Bestial vandals waving sticks and spears Pointing angry at their own reflections Fingering him as hidden He peered nervous through his dark dim kitchen window One of the brutals held a stake And to crude spike was thrust The rough severed golden crowned head Of the Half Monkey King Hawked on high As if to salute a battle cry The cave men humanoids Squawked and raged their threatening From the ledge of his garden wall “My first thoughts were of escape” he said “But then NO ! I’ll go out “chase them away “do battle “if I have to.” And so grabbing his own ready stick He ran out challenging Shouting and yelling Out into the thick of them all Surprised confused these monkey android animals Retreated and ran their cadre Running off up the back alley way And so slinging on his back Another ready sack filled weapons And other assorted machine guns He gave to the chase To hunt these noisome villains down “RUN ! RUN ! From the Monkeys “HIDE ! GO HOME !” he yelled through the streets and loaded his riffle as he went hunting until he found them a gathered coercion of a crowd he shot one just one as it was edged on by its cohorts the brute made a dash screaming its madness only to meet the quick controlled shot The others all fled And then he woke up And then in waking With the strangest thing he thought Heard from out his bedroom window A muffled snarling Caught him drawing back the curtain To see about his garden wall perching A thousand cave human half monkeys Gathered and sitting quietly Patiently waiting While awkwardly passing A rough golden crown amongst them