HE (Leicester, reincarnated) MOURNS FOR THE CHANGE THAT HAS COME UPON HIM AND HIS BELOVED (Queen Elizabeth I, reincarnated), AND LONGS FOR THE END OF THE WORLD
Who knows what I could have done
if the United Nations would have given me a title?
But here I am, un-UN-titled,
and that's why the country is a mess...
and what you should do about it is reclaim the throne, dearest Lizzy.
Why did you break up with me?
I'm still crazy about you. Re-love the shards of my soul.
How the Church ruined my life!
How the nation ruined my life!
Yet still, these alabaster breasts invade my dreams
with yesterday's wind. Tomorrow's sigh is a Tempest
considering quantum theory.
After reading Sylvia Plath's Ariel
this modern verse seems like Jorie Graham's laundry list,
like my immortalized dog fucking in Central Park.
O world, be nobler.
O writers, write nobler, like Shakespeare,
in a style owed to a great poet.
And friend, don't forget the unexpected uses
of giblets.
Robert Meyer
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