- abigailburdess
Game of Thrones
Updated: Jan 12, 2021
This poem was written in 2016. It was called War Baby, originally.

Tell me a story
And let it be a story of leathery wings and mad kings and gore
Tell me a story and through that story let me fight a war
So when my blood lust swells
When the will to spill
Beats within my pelvic bones
I remember what it looked like last time
I remember, watching Game of Thrones
The burnt flesh
The crunching of what were once cheeks
So easy to forget how war is born
And how conceived
Just one quick fuck between ignorance and greed
One quick angry fuck because we're bored
And don't we deserve a little fun?
We've been careful for so long
Don't we deserve a little ‘We don't like your sort round here'?
Often we don't even know we got knocked up
Though looking back the signs were there
We were getting fat, but always hungry
Always wanting something
Something more
Well, it's started now: the turning inside out
And there's no going back
Here it comes...
The agony, the iron smell, the wet
Here's War
Three thousand feet tall and screaming its head off with need
We must feed all our other babies to it
So tell us a story
Don't let us get bored
Sing of arms
Sing of arms to keep us safe from harm
Sing a song of ice and fire
Cause we've been careful for so long
So tell us a tale about the best of times the worst of times
If you tell us a story then maybe
We'll resolve our conflicts at the break to Act Three
Instead of hanging each other by the thumbs from the nearest tree
And cutting off our feet
Here it comes
Quick, tell us a story
Don't you hear the drums?