In another life,
I built several great palaces
by two hands,
brick unto brick,
until they sat
pristine and shining,
in their halcyon
newly millenial bliss
until the caretaker took ill,
and vanished.
so my great palaces stand, still
though in disrepair,
the whitest of elephants this side of le petit trianon.
their windows adorned with spider-leg-cracks,
vines twisting and caressing the parquet in replica Halls of Mirrors.
the royal apartments long ago looted,
pipes burst,
and a river flows into a third story drawing room.
Jan 9, 2011
Jan 9, 2011 at 10:32 PM UTC
In another life,
I built several great palaces
by two hands,
brick unto brick,
until they sat
pristine and shining,
in their halcyon
newly millenial bliss
until the caretaker took ill,
and vanished.
so my great palaces stand, still
though in disrepair,
the whitest of elephants this side of le petit trianon.
their windows adorned with spider-leg-cracks,
vines twisting and caressing the parquet in replica Halls of Mirrors.
the royal apartments long ago looted,
pipes burst,
and a river flows into a third story drawing room.
© Constante Quirino