Sonnet to the two kings

The king of the north
Was talking to his horse
The king of the south
Was moving about
The tomato ketchup
Was poisoned by warfare
The sky tried hard
To protect the child

The king of the north
Went all the way
The king of the fence
Sat on his tweezers
The clouds walked down the tunnel
And came out as seas
The knave with his halybard
Poked at a glass rabbit

The king of the north
On his mountains of seaweed
Ran like an avalanche of birds
Into the burning earth
The king of the south
Galvanised his roof with custard
And spread his pools of water
At the foot of his statues

And so, we wait
With half a binocular
To view the transparencies
of history

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