i dreamed i murdered
the swedish ambassador
- the dirty rat!
because he wanted
to look at my pictures
of duchesses in flowered hats
especially the picture of big flossie
which had belonged
to my father
and grandfather
and great grandfather
before me
get back, mr ambassador!
the deed done
i ran down the winding staircase
past the dim lamps
and darkened portraits
of forgotten princes and statesmen -
the police were sympathetic
taking my exalted station
into due consideration
but an international incident
brewed on the horizon -
what a curious phrase
under the circumstances
- “brewing” -
but i had no time
to consider its etymology -
etymology
o etymology!
and cavalry horses
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