"Brief Disturbance"

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"Brief Disturbance"

The ashes of the sovereign
were thrown into the night
and the Queen howled in contempt
amidst the static air of the buildings
With the servility of a courtesan
who places a hand to her breast
looks up at the sky and moans
in the most mournful way possible
Till the dust settles upon the ground
and the city is quiet again





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