The Quarantine Chronicles, Day 32

DAY 32: I want a golden crown, a pretty cap

I want a gossamer gown, I want

to be a queen, addressing the

nation -- keep it together, children

I want a crown

I want children

to put on a play-party, you be

an alligator, that roars, you

be an eagle, that soars,

you be a bat or a snake -- No,

a bumblebee sitting on a garden

rake, we'll all be in the grass

in the sun, growling squawking

flapping our arms, until the

queen arrives to calm wild spirits

and make peace in the animal

kingdom, maybe she's mother

nature

maybe she's our mother wearing

a tilted crown in heaven

maybe she's an old lady

stuck / parked in a rest home
stay, just a little bit longer

and the workers don't care

and the relatives don't care

and she doesn't care

if this is it, the end

the waiting room for eternity

the mayor wears his sash

and yells into the megaphone

then he goes home

his kids are playing loud

annoying pretend games

he sits in the kitchen with a Michelob

and watches her majesty on TV.