pile the leopard skin sugar cubes
across the doorway of the abandoned cathedral
and leave a letter for santa claus
to return as soon as soon as he is able
you never knew the score
but fear not, i am not here to upbraid you
but to weep, like pilate’s daughter-in-law
over the soldiers sleeping in the stable
the princess royal has lost her friend
and the army searches the roads of the kingdom
the borders were poorly drawn by the last treaty
and the cardinal’s funeral was sparsely attended
this, you see, are the results
of the polity being ruled by astrologers
the old queen would never have allowed it
or forgotten the story before it even ended
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