Stolen treasures
in the British Museum,
I feel like a thief
walking among
such men.
No peers, lonely warrior–
no-one, I think, is in your tree.
It is good to be the king,
it is good to serve the king–
there is always
room for service.
When your heart breaks
at the sight of so many
beautifully shaped stones,
remember adamantine impermanence.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
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