Heroes
Greek and Asian slaves were the primary sculptors of Ancient Rome
Stone faces show us emperors as gods,
The human stress behind divine facades.
Note creases, furrows, baldness, moles, and age,
World weighing on a smile, quiet rage
That fears assassination. Vandals whacked
Long noses, glued back on now, when they sacked
And killed. These sculptors, though, keep Rome alive
An emperor dependent on a slave.
His Love for Her Is
Rye whiskey more than chilled white wine,
Volcano more than valentine,
Dark forest more than trim, clipped rows
And less bouquet than wild rose
And less machismo’s toughest pose
Than softest kiss while holding hands,
How silence says it understands.
David D. Horowitz lives in Seattle, where he founded and currently manages Rose Alley Press. His latest poetry collection, from Rose Alley Press, is Slow Clouds over Rush Hour. He recently edited Purr and Yowl, a cat-themed poetry anthology published by World Enough Writers. David’s poems have been published in many journals and anthologies, including The Lyric, Raven Chronicles, Terrain.org, Better Than Starbucks, Coffee Poems, and Sparks of Calliope, and his essays regularly appear in Exterminating Angel.
