Indignation About
Your Body Politic
Empires dissolve as loyalties turn,
kingdoms reduced to drab and joyless,
the vague and soulless
filling any vacant throne.
It may be a shock,
but there’s a well-hidden pitfall
that always follows the same pattern,
that of the premeditated snub
after the mold breaks.
It remakes with a changed shape,
and you feel the rebuff
when you are no longer the newest,
the best, the most desired,
when there’s an utter failure
of your kinsmen to crown you.
All your psychological mumblings lack complexity;
they only suggest revolting comparisons,
from the cheap and ordinary to what’s producing the most
appeal.
You feel your lofty ambitions surpass the ordinary,
but they only provide dogmatic aggravation
to those with whom you are in contact.
You, standing alone, now a mere foolish ornament.
I hope when we meet again
you will have found a happy way forward.