Slip

Visit the King
and kneel for him
With gentle hands
take his arm
lead him from burden
From palace walls
Caught like prison
Each alone
But only
If he will let it slip
from his head
for one day

Last thread

Last thread breaking
tore the rag
to fly away
Left a hollow
ringing with grief
suspended in screams
without sound
Rain pulsing
washes skin
hiding tears alone
Crowd pushing
bruise and ground
reaching time unseen

Last thread breaking
tore the rag
to fly away