Monarchy

My dear sir

What a solemn day it 'twas

Each word you uttered

Floated above the open tomb

Dangled momentarily

Executed a royal curtsy 

As fitting a dead king's bones

Old and twisted

Rotten and rusted

Now lying in repose

Half a millennia old

Deposed and defeated

Tossed unmarked at Grayfriars

Duly suitable for a villainous usurper

Alleged murderer of young boys

In death slung over the back of a horse

Paraded naked through medieval streets

Alas perchance by the very creature for whom the bard would later have him beg

A horse, a horse!

My kingdom for a horse!

But your sonorous voice

Refined and melodious

Gave lift to the man

Syllable upon syllable descended

Benevolent sprites alighting

Each finding a delicate rib to cleanse

Ancient familial sinew bound you to him

Your eyes perhaps his eyes

His genome camouflaged in a strand of your hair

Concealing your tenuous royal roots

History's fragility held in your hands

Its continuum halted for a moment

You reach back through the ages and perfidies

Touch for an instant an ancient life

Pull it into wholeness

Return to it its dignity

Your soul rests against his

Forever bound up

You fall silent

Your given words spent

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Noise

My dear sir 

Rest now

Lay ye down

Take a breath and survey your world

A babe soon arrives

Sending you topsy turvy

Scurrying after paraphernalia 

The likes of which defy logic

That play with your tired brain

Spinning it in circles

Hurling it up and down the remains of your childhood

Holding sway over your essence

While in your sleep a tiny hand greets your fingers as they lay on her swollen belly

And you dream of winged flight

Apollo casting a golden shimmer 

Drizzling sunlight across the azure vault

You share your soul through viscous waves fluid with new life

Lulling you as you drown amidst lost sources of creation

Deep within the well of God's girth

As you drift along the River Styx toward the silence of long sleep

Over you go 

Falling into dark rest

Stretched in quiet repose

The halls of life fading into entrails of nothing

And you begin again

Now immortal through microscopic bits of genes and chromosomes

Distilling into cognizance 

Mutating into muscle and bone

Deciding between penis or vagina

But jarred awake you wonder what marvel is this?

You survey her sleeping form

Misshapen by impending babe

Crying out with love and horror

You soothe her but long for detachment 

As you remove your long fingers from her fullness 

And drift away 

Solo

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