The mayor of Castinea worriesHe paces behind turrets
Casts edicts upon the wind
Waits for neighbors to encroach
Tries to recall which lover will be his tonight
Whether the wine will be enough
If his advisers will be less attentive, dishonest, fawning
He heads down a passageway
Ignores staring house servants
Pushes through the library
Into his private office where
Ensconced and purloined
He applies his seal
And wonders how it came to this
© Poem Fix http://www.poemfix.com/ 2013
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