Monday, March 24, 2008

Nocturne 36

The grasping hand of the dieing sun
Light paints the tops of trees
On that low ridge off the north east

See that one - across the way? Just there
That is where Major Darling planted the flag
And claimed as far as he could see
Under sovereignty his most gracious majesty.

And that next peak over that is where
Seamus Connor declared himself emperor.
He held a dirty scrap from the tunic
Of St Aloysius. Seamus said the idol
Turned away police bullets.

I suppose it worked, for a few years.

Hurry it is getting drunk.

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