Death of a Gentleman

Death of a Gentleman


© 1996 Jediah Logiodice



He began,



Soft as a summer breeze,


Blowing against a lighted


Candle,


Quiet as a kitten’s cry,


Wanting only the serenity


Of his mother’s warm milk,


Comforting as a plush toy


Stuffed with caring cotton’s


Wintry lucidity.


But the hidden pain


Of love’s poison arrow


Has crushed his spirit.



Now the summer breeze


Is a tropical storm,


Caring not what anyone


Else thinks,


Ravaging.


The cry,


Is no longer


That of a kitten,


But a loud mournful


Caterwaul,


Like a ruttish cat


Longing for a mate.


Alas,


The plush toy


Has been worn from use


And misuse.


And its caring cotton


Has been stained


From its travels.


Up and down,


Up and down,


Being dragged through the


Tainted emotions of others.


And so,



The soft, caring, quiet



Gentleman,



Has been murdered.