The Weight of A King
You are a king, they tell him;
As he writhes on the floor with pain,
convulsing and thrashing-
batting away his fear.
You are a king, they tell him;
when he is shoved to the ground,
lip split open and head throbbing-
staggering to push himself up.
You are a king, they tell him;
while his crown weigh his down,
rendering him weak and submissive-
mouldable and breakable.
You are a king, they tell him;
and so he must bear his pain silently,
for he is allowed no anguish-
of his own.
A poem for Richard Campbell Gansey III.
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