Death of a Gentleman

Death of a Gentleman

© 1996 Jediah Logiodice

He began,

Soft as a summer breeze,

Blowing against a lighted


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,


The cry,

Is no longer

That of a kitten,

But a loud mournful


Like a ruttish cat

Longing for a mate.


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


Has been murdered.