Elizabeth’s dream.

When I departed Elizabeth’s dream
nobody heard her imperious screams
Silent they were to this treacherous boy
ragging on antipodean soil

Silent they were to this frenzied ear
Clearing the air in some hemisphere
as earth is to earth, I’m the heir
of a strangling secret that no-one dare

Talk without shame, in polite company
though this is a thing all feel quite plainly
When Elizabeth vein, lowers her drawers
and all of the commoners, shown to the door-

Perhaps that vestibule, pitched where they are
will congregate swiftly, talking of scars
finely fine, blend unblemished air
And all those lost souls will know

What it was to be fair.