written by: Ricky Hawthorne
They placed my heavy throne
On the tolerant beach as instructed
And waited as their Sovereign braced to confront
The sinless waves. As we shivered, grey
Insouciant clouds traversed the
Imperial crowd, strolling
Inland to rain blessedly all over
Our abandoned Realm. Some muttered
Disgruntled, unable to comprehend the purpose of the day’s
Excursion, their temper withering on the patient shore.
I offered little explanation, reliant
That my experiment
Would prove sufficient
And so, as tiny waves wove
Slowly along the shingle, I stretched out
An Aaronian arm ordering nature to desist.
With impertinence it fearlessly
Lapped my ankles and then
Later, suckled my shins.
Returning to court soaked, my subjects
Interrogated me, disconcerted and perplexed regarding
My uncourtly behaviour and I explained its
Rationale in layman’s terms – but
To no avail. The drowning
Man sees not the flood of
His memory but the wilderness of his
Future. In determining the irrationality of attempting
To defeat that greater than oneself, I saw
At once that they will never, ever
Refrain from trying
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