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Copyright © 2009 Pirene's Fountain.
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As a teenager, Lafayette Wattles nearly stepped on an alligator. It was a very large alligator. At twenty-six, he read his first poems outside a classroom setting and discovered the wonders of poetry. He would have rather stepped on that old alligator than have missed out on the beauty of verse another day. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart and was chosen for inclusion in the 2008 Best New Poets and 2009 Best of the Net Anthologies and has appeared or is forthcoming in Boxcar Poetry Review, 13th Warrior Review, Blood Orange Review, and Plain Spoke among others.
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Edgar’s Eulogy of Lear
So much for the wisdom
of a white beard, frail
fear of being unloved, of betrayal,
betraying reason like your own
flesh and blood, like daughters with
untrue tongues, their words thick
as thistles on the heath,
like my own brother turning
the man I love against me - old
eyes put out by deceit -
the man I led off that false cliff
to save him from himself,
only to fail to save him in the end,
and you, my King, usurped
by such flattery, truth disowned,
banished like some shameful progeny,
who returns too late, dies in the attempt
to free you, so all that is left are shadows
of onetime greatness, all that is left
is grief, a kingdom with its many feet
gathered around the pyre,
gathered around expiring flames of love. |
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