Tyrant

[billy]

The tides are rushing forth to flow
through a plughole in her breast.
Memory and conscience spill

down the blue fields of her blouse.
Somewhere a man of certain race is collected from his home
and murdered in a jail cell.

Many years ago a girl
was thrust onto a blazing heap.
Red cotton socks falling apart.

He withdraws the knife and frowns
at a stain on his new shoes.
He tears the woman's blouse, 2nd use of blouse?

shoves the separated cloth
in a breast pocket. 2nd breast?
Takes her key, leaves the room,

locks the door then slides the 2nd key
through the letterbox.
In a faraway palace death warrants are signed.

The general has had his lunch -
champagne, chicken, chocolate mousse -
and is tending to some work.

i feel as though i'm supposed to know the scenes being acted out and i don't. as generic scenes they don't move me strong enough to have an effect, so for me while you have some decent images a lot of the poem is for you, unusually weak jmo

thanks for the read as always.