The Last Queen

~ where has it all gone, she said ~

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The bulldozers,

They departed.

She who thought

Palaces and sovereignty

Were eternal

Wept.

Dust swirled;

No magnolia breezes,

Only breaths of recollections.

And the Queen wept.

For her orange trees

Blighted rose bushes

Verdant grasses,

Stolen peacocks

Dislocated honeycombs

Stunned rabbits

Gazebos of marble,

Lapis and inlaid ivory.

She wept for

Gazelles which skipped away, unopened tomes

Augerers and puppeteers

Inconsequential holy texts

Which in the end mocked her.

Lily ponds

Lackeys

And incense burners

The Queen wept

For

Her King

Now buried

In a wan corner of