THE KINGS Follow your spirit: and upon this charge Cry ‘God for Harry . . .’ Cold shadows burst forth through the curtains- Exploding softly on my toes. Tensely I dressed, feeling voices gather below And the rhythms of the day were certain. By one o’clock we sat in the ponderous Club Dazzled by shafts of light and beer Children sang under a tinsel chandelier, As old men reddened with bubbles of beer in their blood. By two thirty we smiled and gathered up dinner Investigating crackers with food on our chins. Invested with paper crowns by three o’clock And for a day, at least, we all were kings. Christmas 2000.
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