King Kong’s Last Poem
by
I had love to deal with
as well as fighter planes.
Not only my body in the clouds
but my head as well.
Pierced by cupid’s arrows,
blasted by machine gun fire,
it got so I didn’t know
one from the other.
So I toppled, I fell.
The allure of woman,
the inhumanity of man
hard as I hit,
it was like the ground saved me.
© 2008 John Grey. All Rights Reserved. Used by permission of the author.


