Analysis of The Gladiator
On the day you fed me to your monsters,
The sun shone through wisps of egg-white,
It’s warmth against my bare legs,
Like the promise of the oven preheating.
On the day you fed me to your monsters,
My bowl was empty, my spoon aimlessly stirred the air as if folding heavy batter.
Refusing the emptiness of our pantry.
On the day you fed me to your monsters,
I went through the required motions,
Donning my tattered apron,
Hoisting the blunted cleaver,
Across injured shoulders.
On the day you fed me to your monsters,
A thousand voices egged me on,
Demanding sacrifice, desirous for blood,
Surrender to those hungry jowls was relief.
My last act of creation,
Your last meal.
Scheme | Axxx Abx Axcba Axxxcx |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1011111110 01111111 1101111 101010101 1011111110 111101110010111101010 010010011010 1011111110 111001010 1011010 1001010 011010 1011111110 01010111 0101001011 01011101101 1111010 111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 695 |
Words | 140 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 3, 5, 6 |
Lines Amount | 18 |
Letters per line (avg) | 30 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 133 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 30 |
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Submitted by cynthiacfischer on September 30, 2022
Modified by cynthiacfischer on October 13, 2022
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