Sage Floating In Swan Lake

SAGE FLOATING IN SWAN LAKE

How do you squeeze a man’s body into the coin slot?
With twine and treacherous stabbing.

The machine turned malevolent after dumping
an entire life’s savings into Swan Lake.

Battered and bludgeoned
the modern-day machine dies,

with dilated eyes, curiously
never seeing, the winsome beauty

of the Catskill mountains - Walter Sage
sinks in prohibition’s graveyard tears.

Kim Rodrigues ©2017
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Nusker Avatar
April 14, 2017 at 11:53 AM
I feel chills down my spine. Fabulous poem as always, Kim.
Rodrigues Avatar
April 14, 2017 at 12:21 PM
Thank you :)
Rodrigues Avatar
April 14, 2017 at 12:21 PM
Thank you :)
Duncan Avatar
April 12, 2017 at 5:18 PM
Reminds me of Mid Summer Murders" on Netflix. I wrote one called The Great Swan. 7 for sure :)
Rodrigues Avatar
April 12, 2017 at 7:25 PM
Thanks, Debbie!
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