before her majesty

there is a child at babble
I can hear her
behind the fence

things are happening
because she says
they should

~

the few objects
on the ground before her
are not plastic
they are not toys

they are the towers
the pillars
of a new world

listen to her voice now
murmuring
and low

listen to her voice now
rising

I
listen to her voice now
determined
and satisfied

what was wrong
is  right

what is right
is
what she wants

the empress decrees it
and all of you
in her dominion
you better
bow
low


© Frank Prem, 2017

Poem #11: ambrosia named

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