Persecution Complex or Diomedes, Master of Mares | Falconhead

King of Dares, Titan over tethered temerity,
you were born to the stable of Ares—God

of Wars, Man of Mayhem. But you forgot
who you were: the braggart to broodmares,

the boy who summoned puberty. Who drank
mercury, then died and rose before our eyes.

But why…? the Gods never said. Mother
and Father, their tongues like lead. And now,

dear man, you are feed for mares, meat for
tongues, eaten by your flesh-fed throngs. Oh,

The Fates have not been kind, your kingdom
dung, your crown a feast for thieving flies.

When not slaying Sea-monsters, Falconhead uses Sea-monster’s blood to write poetry, short stories and plays. His work has appeared in The Red Line, The Rock River Review, Antiphon, FictionWeek Literary Review, Naugatuck River Review, Outside In Literary & Travel Magazine, Wilde Magazine, Poetry Potion, Foliate Oak Literary Magazine, Thick Jam, Meat for Tea, Poetica Magazine, Camas: The Nature of The West, Thin Air Magazine, Huesoloco Journal, Glitterwolf, Whistling Fire, Two Hawks Quarterly, Rock & Sling, Adanna Literary Journal, Deltona Howl, and Green Wind Press’s “Words Fly Away” Anthology, among others, and is forthcoming in several more publications. For his poem “Man-Made God or Poem In Which The Hypochondriac Gets His Way” Emerge Literary Journal awarded him “runner-up” in their 2014 poetry contest.