The Queen put on a mirror smile
And subjects clapped themselves
How tidily each knew their place
Like books on history shelves
Her clockwork toys in red and black
Her happy plastic flags
That wave the spell dominion
Over rocks and body bags
Above the body politic
The head that bears the pounds
So stamps the semeiotic trick
In blood in richer grounds
All noble savage backward tribes
Have built their Humpty wall
Let headless states, then stateless heads
Be fairest of them all.
Friday, 29 April 2016
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The title is correct and much more apposite than the original wording which never was true. And I appreciate the poem and especially the first verse.
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