Two Princes



Name one city you have never been to
And this night we will go...
Listen to the herbs as the wind blows the seed heads together
We will dig a hole and plant them
And return to see them flower
I will be the prince of sidewalk rubbish
You will be the prince of second hand smoke
Your realm shall reach from the abandoned car factories of DEtroit
To the Picnic tables at the foot of the Eiffel tower
My Kingdom will be from the rotting seafood markets of Melbourne
To the chiselled doorways of Zanzibar
We will sign treaties and declare wars and demand things impossible
We shall wail at any mention of the queen
She is so very boring, she shall be outlawed
We will make love in newly conquered lands
All the time listening for the sound of seed heads blowing together
Signalling the long journey home must take place
Our lands must be given away to the lesser people
Who will fight and bicker and destroy themselves
And no doubt their own children
Just for an acre to build a wall around
To grow potatoes. and carrots, and parsley
So at night as the autumn breeze rubs the seed heads together
They will think of their former princes
Who ruled over them with loving gazes
While we return to our home
Placing our crowns on the ground and stare at the growing garden
With many plants and flowers
The most beautiful jewels of them all


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