gold throne houses
a gigantic huge man
booming voice and everything
    my man, dad

sets a tiny blue seat
to his right-hand-side
so we fight together
    my king, dad

fast ahead to puberty
I am straddled to his throne
rules bedamn, i said
    my prosecutor, dad

he said 'ntil doomsday
back when i sat in my blue throne
wearing my purple regal dress
    my guardian, dad

today, he's a man cast out
not a king in this land
huge gigantic man
    my father, dad
really not sure its what you want,

This is a crow's sanctuary:

i.
where the dead lie singing tenebrous songs
humming chants of wasted ways
skeletons of fortunes we dropped in the sea

ii.
where feathers rot with mice and roaches
stink of yesterday's festivities
faux company; today's fairy tale

iii.
where cobwebs and dust
are the ways of life
and broken mirrors flower the grounds

iv.
where creaking floor boards
reside in sun rooms and entertainment places
with walls drenched in fine winery


surely, this is a crow's sanctuary...