THE KINGS by wpr1947


									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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