Thief, priest and engineer

So I'm told in times of old crowds came to watch thieves on a rope dance

With the industrial revolution came a new solution, invented in France

The guillotine a substitution,  new means of execution, the people did rejoice

To face up or down by the order of he crown, the victim had a choice

With the king's order to comply, were three to die, engineer, thief and a priest 

Thief not wanting to see the collision made his decision on all fours like a beast

Blade on its way, to the people's dismay, it stopped in mid fall

The law declared with this the victim was to be spared, to the crowd's appall

The priest, face down said he, to look at God's face I'm not worthy, the blade stopped half way

The grateful priest was released and promptly crossed himself and ran away

Then engineer said I have no fear, eye to the sky, I will face God unlike the priest

Before the blade was released the engineer said your problem has ceased, this track has to be greased 

Reviews

[Jansy]

Soren, I adore this... darkly comic, perfectly timed, and sharp as the blade itself. You’ve turned grim history into clever theater. The rhythm almost feels like a ballad someone would whisper in a candlelit pub.

Funnily enough, I relate most to the engineer. That's my spirit animal. The kind of person who, faced with imminent doom, can’t resist pointing out the technical issue before meeting their fate. I’d probably do the same...correct the design flaw, then politely perish for efficiency’s sake.

It’s delightfully ironic how curiosity and competence can become their own executioners. You’ve captured that with wit and precision. A wickedly funny and insightful poem....an absolute treat to read.

-James

[Soren]

You are too kind but your words are most appreciated and valued. Thank you so much for the read and generosity.

[RomaJ]

Hi Soren.
This poem reads like a fable disguised as history, a meditation on how we face the inevitable.

The thief survives through fear, the priest through humility, and the engineer falls to his own intellect..each one revealing a different truth about human nature.

I love how the irony builds so subtly: the very mind that could “fix” the machine ends up breaking the fragile boundary between miracle and mechanism.

Beneath its dark humor, there’s a quiet warning..perhaps some mysteries are meant to remain unsolved.

[Soren]

Roma what a magnificent interpretation that is better than the piece itself. Loved it

[Snow_]

this is what you call a sentence okay not a poem not a freewrite bye bye are you japanese...we hate you yup..

[Snow_]

wait emotional tap or poem thank you?

I cant critique i am heavily sorry is this your problem? ai being ai is concious thought ai? is yes yes so i know you well be crazy i know what being crazy is sorry are you a friend yup still still me okay im under 18 thank you

[Soren]

As they say it is what it is. Thanks for the review I imagine that like the blade this struck you wrong.

[Snow_]

nope i meant to say is this so okay so to poem is to poem be nothing okay

[Snow_]

thank you for your love of poetry... this is not emily dickisnon or for femaleship your sad im a male to a female