Tuesday, June 2, 2015

KING OF MEDICINE

Scurrying—quickly 
out from underneath 

the vast 
and everreaching
penumbra of June leaves;

Droves have come—
this morning
to meet 

and
to hail!—not he;

but simply
an empty 
parading seat—

the elegant throne 
of their bygone king.

None 
can remember 
his hallowed name, 

for Vacancy—
was his 
one true revolution; 

that freedom!
that comes—from 
not interfering,

having once
healed millions,

has toughened 
into legend 

and solidified his feted 
legacy.

And within the entire assembly,
no one
is speaking

and not one 
gaze
is distracted—in fact

each eyeball simply looks—
so relieved 

and so terribly 
tearfully 

happy to see.

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