Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Oracle for the King

The thick dark seaweeds
of unlighted evenings
come crawling up
the husk of cigarette stained nights
Rapid puffs of offwhite
winter shower
like a relentless spurned lover
tediously follows
with its long strides
keep walking
without looking back
misfortune this year
cries the oracle
bright and prosperous
says the cards
rejoice the one
that ended
dread the one
that has begun
Let us ask
the Cheithaba
to take not
on his head
misfortunes of the throne
The people have suffered
now let the king
meet his certain destiny
brought forth by our curses and tears ©

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