The Architects and the Morrow Days
9. Lord Sunday

He was far too proud, and too lazy too
to sit on his throne and ignore the world
and think that, no matter where the winds blew,
his gorgeous gardens would stay unfurled.
It didn't matter if the House crumbled
so long as his gardens stayed beautiful.
And so, below them all, Nothing rumbled
and people screamed. He was undutiful
to them, to the Denizens of the House
he lorded over, though he left the work
to others, and if needed he would douse
everything else, because it was clockwork.
The world would return if the gardens stayed.
It was the way that the world had been made.