Behind the Glory

In Poetry on April 7, 2012 at 10:20 pm

I have been watching/reading a lot of Game of Thrones recently, so this and the next few posts have a distinct fantasy theme and medieval feel. It’s what’s on my mind right now.

With the pocketful proceeds
Of windowless kingdoms
The emperor stands decked out
In no less
Than the well dressed finery
Of royalty from other centuries
When it ROARED
With the no good riches of prime meat
Spoilt from no hunger to consume it,
Devoid of the thread-bare child
Running on the streets of empty.
These are the tempered sights
That now drive the sparing frugals
Of the windowless kingdoms.

But today,
The emperor wears his finery
Proud on the surface, for show,
Bright in the cart of parading
Morale and the opiate high
Of festive-released angst.

And the crowds cheer the emperor’s splendor,
Who waves to reciprocate with a strong chin
While shamed in mind for the wasted luxe
Drawn thin from poorest assets…
What costs aren’t exorbitant enough
To null the bought frolicking lightness
Of an afternoon in easy sprite?

These worries strain the folds
Of the emperor’s finery
As the golden fabric ripples in the gleam
Of noon-bright glory.


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