Sunday 28 December 2008

Always The Same



She laughs like some defaced mule caught in golden meshes that creep upon the green

Creeping like wildflowers struck from a dream, the perfect picture of our king’s fantasy

Yes the dream that carries clouds upon the wretched storms and shines bright through the heavy glaze of old

Always the same, always the same; the naïve scene and their drama queens
The crippled jester and his underdog regime
The blind child and the horses of the sea

She can’t break the walls nor rise upon her shrinking hall
Never to sip on these fine spoils of the mirrored war
Barely a pity can be cast on such a shallow door

Always the same. Always the same.