King of All He Sees - A Royal Digression
1066
Sad day on Senlac Hill.
King Harald takes an arrow
Through his royal eye.
And that Norman bastard,
Duke William, steals his crown.
Though it’s embroidery,
Not tapestry, tells the tale,
He finds himself the king of all he sees.
1297
Lord Warden of the March.
His bones well-sheathed
In tightly leathered muscle,
He guards the Western shore,
Ensconced in Carlisle Castle,
And stalks the reavers’ trail
Through Cumbria.
He finds himself the king of all he sees.
1922
Mud-larking on the Thames.
A muck rake in the hands
Of a common man,
Canvassing the northern bank
‘neath the trestle near
Cannon Street Station,
Searching for everyday treasures.
He finds himself the king of all he sees.
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