Friday, September 18, 2009
Queen Elizabeth Pale, Unburnt
O England, o fiery monsignors, muse---
she was a pet, yet-to-be, postdated,
your guest, delirium, company color.
Really not the bird you were calling
a cardinal, only that it had the hue
of a bishop's blood on Easter Sunday.
She must forget the prank, posthumous
now it was, askew & an arbitrariness
asundered. Critically liable, violins
cranked up a future Voltaire from the
doctrine, fired no heaven w/ a Queen.