Kingdom Come

This is the Monarch

that rules the

broad corners

of our sky

red and black

shielding

symmetricallly

either side

of one body so thin

as to slip perpetually

through straws

of summer’s nectar

lest the fluttering

from its heart

drop into the firepit

of a churning

stomach

one and two

in this bovine

scape of buttercups

with the illustrious ones

war-painted in blood

...taking in the Sun.