“ther as the nyght”

– Rawlinson holding the skull of monarchism

Seen among the Bodleian English oak
there stands the remnant of the U.S. invasion
distribution and kingly affairs among the cast off
wading in the absinthe tint of prairie dreams
fantastical methods and memories for denied mountain gods

Where we are casually at rest with the moon
while the administration coaxes European totalitarianism
permission to bomb Lebanon
like a dismissed parking ticket
hearts are breaking on the vision shore
the ontology of grandfathers never vacant
denote the lost path of meteored poli-archs