Sounds of the stage
from the speakers scream
for any and all people
who would cry out for a Queen.
The beauty is for many
but the burden is for few –
punishment for love
even after law withdrew.
The world knows my name
but the I is reserved,
disrobed only for those
my hearts bleats deserved.
Prison of the body,
unseen and unweary,
unknown even by the hatters
mad with Mercury.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings 