Politicing

Connotation of Regime Change

It has been Raining for Days, so that

the Town-crier shouts to an Empty square:

In Order to Raise the Dead

Another Miracle is required

Currently, twelve Brave men travel North

That they might discover the Shaman’s Secrets

May God Have Mercy on Their Souls

indeed twelve men are traveling north, shuddering through the mountain Pass

Little do they know that with each step they grow further by further from their goal

For the Shaman is dead

For he was poisoned by a Ruthless Assassin in his Cup

Little do they know that 30 thieves lie hinged to their Coattails

For they will descend like Fat-Black raindrops

For they will surround and swat the surrendered swords to the Mud

Little do they know their Fate nor are they aware How unkind it will be to them

For they will be strapped to rock a particular Crag Beyond the Vision of Good Men

For their screams will be masked by the Wind

For the King-Brother is jealous for the Kings now wrung hands

Sweating over his Nearly-Dead Daughter (Also poisoned)

And Little most of all do they know that in these last few hours nothing will be pleasant

as they step their final hundred steps, each has a glimmer or Echo of this oncoming Madness

This Time a Starved-Dog Attends the Harold’s Cries (spurred on by Swordpoint):

A New King has been Crowned

All persons formally Loyal to the Former King are to be Killed

By A Grotesque-Strangulation of the Neck Until they are Dead

Women and Children may be Sparred, Provided they Forsake their Kin as Unruly

Shown by tardiness, dilatoriness or General Absenteeism of their Beloved’s Funeral

Therefore it is Decreed that Any one person

caught Weeping or tending to the Dead will Share their Fate

Furthermore, it is herein Said that All men are to Report to the Square at High-Noon Tomorrow

That their Deaths should be carried out Swiftly

May God Rest Our Souls

The Rain mocks the Echo of the Echo of the Echo of his deflated Voice