Tag: traitor

  • lisa mc kee

    OFF

    She Says: Off with their head. Heads roll. God Save the Queen! Down the street Kids in Blue Oxford shirts roll them down the hill It continues… Heads roll into a ditch Wild Dogs gnaw on the adipose. Teatime! Heads are gathered. At the Queen’s pleasure Hung on pikes Just another day in London London Bridge heads

  • lisa mc kee

    Traitor 

    Unpaved streets were always quiet in the early morning hours as the main street is smoothed over after sundown on Saturdays. Sunday was the day of rest and worshipping of the creator. Shuttered saloons were void of the rowdy customers who passed time in it for six days of the week. The only sound on this early Sunday was the…