Ann Boleyn's Head

Ann Boleyn's Head

A Poem by Freder Fredersen (aka Grady)
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"Anne Boleyn, Queen Consort of England (1501/1507�19 May 1536), was Queen of England as the second wife of King Henry VIII. She was also Marquess of Pembroke in her own right. Henry's marriage to Anne, and her subsequent execution, made her a key figure i

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Why do foolish mortals yearn to be gods?

Grasping control; refusing to be led,

Rebuild mind and flesh like fresh façade;

Tearing at walls, floors and roofs overhead,

Discontented with paths formerly tread.

And in forging new trails, all fail to see,

Nature stands guard for our reality.

 

If the living learned to raise up the dead

We’d be long on bellies and short on bread.

We’d be steadily willed; ready to kill,

But graves would empty, as the byways filled.

And no balanced budget could pay that bill.

I’d be in the pub with the zombie-dreads,

Drinking bourbon shots with Ann Boleyn’s head.

 

If that key to eternal life is found,

And man puts a collar on his cold fate,

Do me a favor: leave me in the ground.

Worms, angels or demons, to me, sound great,

No fear of a change in physical state.

But if the cure rises before I fall,

The corpses and I will have a mad ball!

 

If the living learned to raise up the dead

We’d be long on bellies and short on bread.

We’d be steadily willed; ready to kill,

But graves would empty, as the byways filled.

And no balanced budget could pay that bill.

I’d be in the pub with the zombie dreads,

Drinking bourbon shots with Ann Boleyn’s head.

 

Why do foolish mortals yearn to be gods?

Perhaps vain foolishness fuels ambition.

Vision slight, and a spectrum far too broad

To make a single sound god decision.

War on death is a war of attrition.

From somewhere, God watches all done and said,

Laughing and joking with Ann Boleyn’s head.

© 2009 Freder Fredersen (aka Grady)


Author's Note

Freder Fredersen (aka Grady)
Have a Happy Easter!

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"If the living learned to raise up the dead
We'd be long on bellies and short on bread."
That's catchy.
This is a unique, if macabre, perspective. Love the Ann Boylen's head business.
"Happy Easter" Funny!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Easter...will the late Queen's head rise again? Wonderfully mad combination of rhyme, whimsy, and the just plain eerie. Fun and well-built stuff.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Freder Fredersen (aka Grady)
Freder Fredersen (aka Grady)

Cleveland, TX



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