These are not the sacred sands of Aragon
This is not Napoleon's border town
Nor is it the divine blood of Prometheus
These are not the waning stars of the galactic steed
Or the sacrifice of colonies embedded in palms need
The knights hosting midnight skirmishes agree
The two closest comrades we confided in
Chose the path of the grated soil
And twilight confinements
In chambers run by the Monarch
Catapulted to the dance in black
We shuffled to the beat of foreign policy
A potential monopoly
And a pardon torn at the edges
According to popular beliefs
And guarded by kitchenware
With breasts of temptation
And shallow reefs
The needy shriek
Postpone the building of winter monuments
Gape and shoulder the arms
Of the harboring continents
Boisterous Niles rupture in a boiling heat
In attempt to answer to the bulimics
Who still remain in heat
In cloaks and volatile capers
And yesterday's feast in hands
It is the world in motion
The lost being found too late
And the global shift of ignorance
Bred worldwide
That is the accepted facsimile
Pawns for checks
Amusement, politics and wine
Our four starred humanitarians
Sit in steel blankets and bathe in treason
With acts determined by rhymes
Not reason
And wino pretentious minds
© 2008 James Kelly Evans II
