A Grey Maharajah Speaks
At five of the clock an immigrant species from the Raj speaks,
"woort tooo - teee tau", a grey maharajah on our hopper window
waking us up to another sunny, hot English summer's day we dream about
or have nightmares as is our want; remembering or misremembering our childhoods.
Copyright © Peter Dorr | Year Posted 2013
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