The old King agreed to entertain
The Empress. He stroked
his short beard
and worried the country
would come to grief
as if shook from a dream.
The old King slept.
Someone off stage shouted,
"Get on with it!"
and a floorboard creaked.
She bowed. The Empress said,
"I have come for your Kingdom,
your jewels, your pearls
and your people.
I wish to break chains and unions."
The old King gave some crumbling pages
his signature. A castle wall collapsed.
"Take what you can," he sighed,
"but spare my feelings.
We who came before made the world
you want to make afresh.
We fought the same way.
Do not tread the battleground again."
The Empress conceded with a curtsy
and crossed fingers.
She knew better than this old sod.
Off with his head!
Somewhere in a foreign field,
a corpse
in bloodied armour grinned.
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