What Man Is This?

An undisputed sovereign
of poetry and prose
has looked upon our efforts
from the tower of his nose
and raged in vocal thunder
of manikins and Gods
expecting us to tremble
at the unimagined odds
against his even seeing
this dream we take for real
yet all the while he's crying
and trying hard to feel

We gather round his glory
and try to ease again
that unrequited ego
which causes him such pain
but all he sees are acolytes
who clamor in despair
for something deep within his soul
he does not wish to share
and yet his heart remembers
those words he wrote before
that honored fallen heros
in poetry of war

C.  Lon  R.  Bruso