Thursday, 5 April 2012

The emperor meets his detainees

Barcarolle in two parts

Send down my    trusty guards to
ask all my    prisoners just —
just whom it is    they think I
came    to deliver here!

We do not call this    living, but
we shall not fall    upon your swords!
We ride    a greater swell than lands on —
on our sands    and fills our caves.

A slice of    mémòry was
recently    served up to me on —
on plate of    Gilgamesh, the
style known as    Stolenware.

You shall    remember us!  It —
it is our curse    and our revenge
to be unceasing    just when
all you’ve won    is lost again.

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