a
king to castle hassle finds treason a sated marquee
I
understand this kingdom
wanting
to arrest me
it
is a land’s paternal instinct
it’s
algebraic webbing
it’s
hooks and crooks and
the
cuckolding of my humanity
into
twenty black birds and
mince
meat pie
the
crown tells us
to
single file our forms
past
the draw bridged
heavy
wooden doors
how
many have come to die
how
many have come
for
the free food, after all
it
is gallows Wednesday
the
criers say
everyone
is here
for
eternities that lie
it
is just like humanity
to
only pretend it can fly
the
signs say you can sign
the
remittance papers and
file
them near the moat
passage
your destiny unhinged
this
king prefers to use
the
hot tar on us first
as
it makes the removal
of
skin that much easier
the
guards say it is better
to
feed us crackers
to
keep us quiet or
choking
while we slowly turn
on
the spit and look
for
answers in any piece
of
the sky we can
yes,
the tissue
between
our digits
cannot
be counted on
to
save us now
as
the water ring
around
the castle
is
toxic and hungry
for
flesh too
the
fitted stones
know
the formula
between
tamped fire and
hung
tapestries
that
whisper
in
woven histories
slot
arrow windows
narrow
the focus
of
the light
on
our chains
as
if we were all part
of
a reversed dialed Sun
time
is irrelevant I hear
the
criers say, except
when
it comes to being
the
king’s dining hall
entertainment,
today
EJR
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