To Misplace a Monarchy
Another fantasy poem this week! It’s time to take a closer look at the concept of rulership and governance in this fantasy world that we’ve been exploring over the last few weeks–maybe even a careful interrogation of the concept. I hope you enjoy this week’s poem!
To Misplace a MonarchyHow exactly has G——-,
our dear, dear G——-,
managed to misplace its monarchy?
In such a statement,
I, of course, refer to G——-
as the symbol of our country.
Such economy of concepts
must be allowed, dear readers,
for there is only so much ink.
Yet, to return to the crux
of the issue, we are ruled,
led, guided by our council, now.
Our latest king lies in a grave,
an ornate and beautiful yet fixed
abode, suitably situated in G——- Park.
He was, it can be said loudly,
a great man. The council cannot deny
us the telling of such truths.
But there is no heir. We are now,
all of us, led by an amalgamation
of those who wish to be in charge.
Is this better? That is not for me
to say, nor would I dare to say anything,
even a word, against our dear council.
(Yet they are an interim council,
let us not forget–even if it may seem
that they all wish for us to do so.)
Twelve unelected men, drawn to their positions
by the want for power, not any word or voice
from the people of G——-.
This is a statement, not an opinion;
in the same vein, our latest king,
dearly departed, was not chosen by us.
But there is a quaintness to a bloodline,
don’t you think? It speaks to a history
that we have all forgotten; lost memories.
War, blood, violence. Before a bloodline
can be situated, it must win the right
to situate, often brutally.
It would be a shame if such an event
were to occur again–yet how interesting,
to be a part of living history. The possibility!
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