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Heckled By Winds, Like the Rabble
Heckled by winds, like the rabble
Of royal upsets of times
Summer, from his throne-chair of
A gold-rayed backing
What's yet true in minions' trill
Hears his homage in.
With his robes of former glories
Unravelling leaf by leaf
Summer, in what hangs dark for
Abdication's threat
A sky of crow now outlines.
Starlings' cloud-like net.
Copyright ©
James Watkin
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