Poe Themed Poems: The Fat King & The Talking Graves

The Fat King

This whole town is filled with rats,
Criminals, whores- the worst of the pack.
Carve them slowly, remove the fat
Burn it down in that bubbling vat
They gave us the Somme;
We will give them bombs
So my smokestacks burn away at the streets

Ending the burden on the poor’s feet
And as for my wife
The smokestacks took her away
Not mine, but those of other day’s
The buzzing blades that fell from the sky
Tore us apart, my wife and I
So I sit here in my liar's chair
Extracting sulfur from urchin’s hair
The pain that I felt on that night
As the bombers ended their eternal flight
This gift that Germany gave to me,
I will return with fire and peat
Because the buzzing blades of that night
Took my heart, my love, my light.
The Talking Graves
Its a miracle how fast rain can fall
Piercing sky, drowning earth
And yet the graves stand tall
Always seen, never heard

Are the stories of those dead days
When my love was not dream
Before the last day of May
The world did seem

Easier, brighter, lighter in weight
I still owned a smile to wear everyday
My future was a picture I could still paint
But came the day I heard her say


The medication was failing
The end was in sight
Her heart was failing
Her eyes became night

So now the graves talk
To me, their only friend
Because in that shock
I saw the end

Here it is again
One trigger, one shot
To see my love again
To suffer not