Blue Children

There was faith
Somewhere above
Diluted and shared
In anonymous helpings

To the fat and content
The royal babies flush on maternal sentiment
Flaccid and admirable
The rattle of their wealth

In the ears of blue children
Left to wield angry sabres
Calling upon their frustrations
To bring about change

Change to the everywhere
The temporary structures
Trestle bridges and pontoons
Falling miniatures of roman empires

Little Hitlers to bond
The relationships
Of stone and landscape and
Industrial facades smiling down on the blue children


The up-turned nose and down-turned eye
Watching for cracks
Beneath their carpets
Sensing the cold, they would not show it

The delicate furnishings
Around hollow trunks
In place of necks
Outstretched and receiving

Chubby paws
Drenched in derisory diamonds
Grotesque and heavy
Held up for to long

Inward affections, posturing
Centuries lived
In mirrors
With no way out