waiting for the president of latvia to visit her
music box spindle,
talcum and silk,
a human symbol and charm,
with richard of shrewsbury
blue eyes
and skin, pale as edward v's
grew when they took him from the sun.
believed in
like men on the moon
and the other side
of her coin, an irrelevance;
you can be sure,
spending millions
keeping secrets
keeping millions
while we struggle with the dichotomy behind
how old women shouldn't be fucked
by anyone other than their lovers,
yet
by the same
cold, over
longed for token,
fuck
the
queen
© 2008 Ed Churchouse/UK
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