Saturday, January 23, 2010

waking up from the rags

she croons a soft lullaby
to her eight year old daughter
they lie separately now
asleep, in kind, in a bed of dark water

he lies in half-wakefulness
remorseless for the murder
they lie separately now
him and his too forgiving mother

the streets clamor with celebration
but what of the departed?
the streets clamor with celebration
unaware the emperor's naked

she pillages on
shameless of her plunder
they watch carefully now
forgetting they once exalted her

he grasps at straws
claiming "it's just a piece of paper"
they watch carefully now
hoping this time they'll remember

the streets clamor with celebration
but what of the departed?
the streets clamor with celebration
unaware the emperor's naked

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