Listening to an enterprise of winds
Lacerate into the solemn will
Of a helpless town
Constructs a beggar from loose granite
Found in rain spots
Or an apology in my dreams

Leaving in its place
A dark vegetation that has softened
With the speed of hurricanes
And a mask left wet
Waiting for permanence
Took on a frozen grin
From the wicked plan of a boy
That now stands as king