The Tale of the Egg

I realized that I have a lot things I've never posted here. I have some writing- poetry, short stories, and satires, as well as pictures and things that I've just never posted. I might make some separate pages for media and creative writing, but for now I'll just enter them as posts.

This first poem is one that I wrote quite a while ago, but for some reason I'm very proud of it. Feel free to comment =)

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Peace

The Tale of the Egg

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.

First off, why is he sitting on a wall?

We are never given reason,

Or, if you'll forgive the pun,

Rhyme,

As to why this friendless

And forgotten egg

Is perched absent-mindedly on a wall.

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.

Was this some fateful accident or 

Are we to believe that

Poor Dumpty,

Or Humpty,

Took his life by choice?

This Frail,

White,

And fragile boy (or man, I suppose)

Simply propelled himself

Determinably

Toward the ground 

In order to lay himself to eternal rest?

Why is he so upset?

One might argue that he is an egg,

Predetermined by his human predecessors

To feed and nourish

Possibly

Less honorable

Men.

If this is the case, perhaps

He chose to end his life in an act of defiance-

Cutting off his nose

To spite

His master's face.

Or perhaps there is unwritten

Subtext.

Perhaps a Misses Dumpty,

Or Mister, for all we know.

Maybe it is a broken heart,

Unrequited

Or faded love

That drove Humpty,

Or Dumpty,

To his own dishonorable discharge.

Imagine,

He's left behind several hatchlings,

That one day only be met with

Stares of fear

And sympathy. 

"Do you see those eggs?"

One might ask,

"Those are the Dumpty kids- poor souls."

And all the King's horses, and all the King's men

Couldn't put Humpty together again.

Well it's obviously silly to me-

Perhaps it was the use of horses?

I couldn't imagine

That they would be very efficient

In re-piecing an egg

(Or, for that matter, any other broken man)

Could you see them

Clomping their dull hooves together

In a desperate attempt

To save the poor rudiment?

Alas, their clicking and clacking

Only crushing the shells farther

Into white pieces that

Sprinkle the ground like snow.

Their mares questioning,

"Darling, is something wrong?"

The lack of response

Is misinterpreted as a further disengagement,

The very cause of their ailing marriage.

The horses would lose their beauties

And their calves-

Possibly finding a wall of their own;

A morbid continuation of the cycle.

And the men sent by the King

Are of no use either.

Why is this egg so important as to

Attract the attention of royalty?

Was he the King's breakfast-

A poached prisoner

Who scrambled to find his own

Sunny side of the universe?

Perhaps there is more subtext than we might have thought-

Is it possible

The King- in a hungry rage-

Allowed,

Or rather ordered

The men and horses to

Feign horror and assistance,

Their passive actions causing the inevitable

Termination of our ovoid hero?

Was it vengeance

Inspired by abandonment in a time of

Required sustenance?

The whole thing seems fishy to me.

However,

In the end, it seems pointless.

There is no proof of villainy

Or treachery-

No proof of malicious intent,

Or of purposeful neglect

By medical officials in the Kingdom of the Carton.

There is only a story-

A short, possibly metaphoric blurb

About a troubled egg

That is broken

And irreparable.

I think, sometimes,

That I'm a Humpty Dumpty.

I am broken by vengeance

And love,

And the King's men laugh

And point,

Clicking and clacking until,

Like snow,

I cover the Earth

And melt away.

How's that for symbolism, Mother Goose?