May 21, 1994

“We lost our Queen.” Spoken by an unidentified

Women on 5th Avenue in New York City, NY US
 
 

She walked with the grace of a giraffe & gazelle combined
Style as if no other owned that word

 

She talked with a voice soft as I would imagine a hummingbird

 

(Yet the sound traveled far and wide)

 

And in those decibels of loveliness was a hitch

 

(like glass cracking before it could break apart)

She was what made those days of yore called Camelot

 

Strength of a thousand Knights shown after Black Friday

 

A determination to protect her young from prowling skags

 

(and what shall the rags print now?)

 

I watched without a whimper as she torched the flame until

They passed her the neatly folded emblem of what he gave

 

(to his Country), abd lost what she held in her heart

 

(a faucet of tears flowing for thirty plus years)

 

Oh, if Kings and Queens are just for voicing Faerie tales

 

And our elected crave power, money and more

 

Madmen slay for some recognition while honesty

 

(counts only with the young and the poor)

 

Let me know then that beast of Darkness

 

For that Light went out with her, just a few days before.