At age of five became I blind
Bad nerves to blame that made me scream
Cursed I our God for act unkind
Yet all, my friend, ’twas not as seemed
The act upon heaped thoughts unkind
Turned out to have a brighter theme
Through haunts did stray the other five
To caves of dreams with golden seams
Each night I searched through halls of brine
To find fine gleams of mortal schemes
Of mine and of which beasts aligned
To trade for rank in Rule’s regime
I sit here now, a wunderkind
Thick robe of silk, in high esteem
Commander of foul masterminds
From damaged to dark Seraphim
image: “The Dowager Empress Cixi” (Tzu Hsi) by Hubert Vos.
Reblog of a poem written awhile back with Empress Dowager Cixi in mind. Read more about her here.
Brendan is today’s host of earthweal. Brendan says:
I think that is something to celebrate, and why I’m calling this challenge A FEAST OF EARTH FOOLS. Humantide’s passing is upon us: the doors are opening for the extinct and the marginalized to enter our walled city and turn things upside down. For a poem, at least.