Light on a Dark HorseA Poem by Carlton McRaeI’ll run backwards through the alphabet, while you send for the medical man. The two villains remain nameless & for several months bled out. You think you are fit for society with damask curtains and chandeliers, playing crooked second fiddle to a black page and a chamberlain. That imprudence that you hear is a song out of tune. You fancy the airs you give yourself, like the twopenny ring I gave you in the garden. My father was King of this country & I his only son. The haughtiness was equal. It’s time the dinner bell rang. Time to carve the goose and take a glass of wine. For looking down on you is not looking at all. © 2017 Carlton McRae
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