Of Pomp and Circumstance…


A crown too heavy to wear.

Incline the head but a little

And the neck will break…


Who, then, runs to retrieve our baubled circlet?

Its lifeless-jewels spill…

Cascade across

A stony floor.


There was a time

When gold was valued

For its conducive properties.

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