in time I’d taken to this royal post
with my four standing sentinels and
these stalks to swoon and sway just as we rose
in full grown clothes, a thorned spectacle
and of the showcase at its final close
the curtain drawn, the blinders saw, the shade
was coloured in the outline of a lover’s pose
just as the king and queen are laid in rows
where one is now placed down the others face
is overturned and lies on top now re-
arranged, the round continues keeping pace
and drawing on our royal blood exchanged
for by sentiment and turn I had run dry
the sheets now changed back to single white.