By Henry Wilhelm ’16
Hyperbole
In a kingdom
of the wealth
of the plunder
of a million
million-man armies,
sits a throne
so tall,
so wondrously engraved that
men cannot sit in it.
They must climb onto it,
over the slimy sweat and dripping blood
of the scabbed backs
of the hundred thousand defilers
who never climbed so high
as to see the Sun.
And it looks too dominating-
too grand
to ever get there
Until a soft hand attached
to a slender arm
picks you up,
sets you down,
and shoves a spoon in your mouth.
