Three Poems

by Paul Breslin

Case Histories

1. Legal

At our local Borders, Prometheus reads from his
      diary,

Telling us (too much information!) how badly
His liver hurts. Hostile critics allege
He has hired his own brace of eagles


And chained himself to a time-shared rock.
His next book, a critique of his own self-pity,
Will position him as ruthlessly honest.
But wasn’t there something, once, about fire?


Homo reus, step away from the car.
License, please. Registration.

Can you walk these lines:

My own heart let me more have pity on; let
Me live to my sad self hereafter kind?


Please log in to access the full content.
If you are new to Narrative, signing up is FREE and easy.