Cut Me Down...
...like a beaten banner on a battlement,
Tortured into retirement.
...like the Christmas lights in the limbs
Tangled and twisted by the relentless winter wind.
...like an arrogant reprobate
Who has earned his place in humankind's hate.
...like the old dead tree out back
Destined for ash after turning black.
...like a dictator effigy engulfed in fire,
Turning and twisting in the gyre.
...like my hanging dead weight
Tethered by guilt and fate.
Cut me down
Into a heap on the cold, hard ground.